ACT III.
Scene I. A room in the castle.
Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, and
Guildenstern.[1007]
King. And can you, by no drift of circumstance,[1008]
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,[1009]
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
Ros. He does confess he feels himself distracted, 5
But from what cause he will by no means speak.[1010]
Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded;[1011]
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,[1011]
When we would bring him on to some confession[1011]
Of his true state.[1011]
Ros. Most like a gentleman.
Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition.
Ros. Niggard of question, but of our demands[1013]
Most free in his reply.[1013]
Ros. Madam, it so fell out that certain players[1017]
We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him,[1018]
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
To hear of it: they are about the court,[1019]
And, as I think, they have already order 20
This night to play before him.
Pol. '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[1020]
To hear him so inclined.[1020] 25
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,[1020]
And drive his purpose on to these delights.[1020][1021]
Ros. We shall, my lord.
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
King. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;[1022]
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,[1023]
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here[1024][1025] 30
Affront Ophelia:[1024][1026]
Her father and myself, lawful espials,[1026][1027]
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,[1028]
We may of their encounter frankly judge,[1029]
And gather by him, as he is behaved, 35
If't be the affliction of his love or no[1030]
That thus he suffers for.
Queen. I shall obey you:
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish[1031]
That your good beauties be the happy cause[1032]
Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues[1032][1033] 40
Will bring him to his wonted way again,[1034]
To both your honours.
Oph. Madam, I wish it may. [Exit Queen.
Pol. Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,[1035]
We will bestow ourselves. [To Ophelia] Read on this book;[1036]
That show of such an exercise may colour 45
Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,—[1037]
'Tis too much proved—that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er[1038]
The devil himself.
King. [Aside] O, 'tis too true![1039]
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! 50
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word:
O heavy burthen!
Pol. I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.[1040] 55
[Exeunt King and Polonius.
Enter Hamlet.[1041]
Ham. 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,[1042]
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,[1043]
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;[1044][1045] 60
No more; and by a sleep to say we end[1045][1046]
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation[1047]
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;[1048]
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; 65
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,[1049]
Must give us pause: there's the respect[1050]
That makes calamity of so long life;[1050]
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,[1051] 70
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,[1052]
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,[1053]
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make[1054] 75
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,[1055]
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,[1056]
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn[1057]
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,[1058] 80
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,[1059]
And thus the native hue of resolution[1060]
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,[1061] 85
And enterprises of great pitch and moment[1062]
With this regard their currents turn awry[1063]
And lose the name of action. Soft you now![1064]
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons[1065]
Be all my sins remember'd.
Oph. Good my lord,[1066] 90
How does your honour for this many a day?
Ham. I humbly thank you: well, well, well.[1067]
Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;[1068]
I pray you, now receive them.
Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;[1071]
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,[1072]
Take these again; for to the noble mind 100
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest?
Ham. Are you fair? 105
Oph. What means your lordship?
Ham. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty[1074][1075]
should admit no discourse to your beauty.[1075]
Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce[1076]
than with honesty?[1077] 110
Ham. 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[1078]
sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I[1079]
did love you once. 115
Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
Ham. You should not have believed me; for virtue
cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it:[1080]
I loved you not.[1081]
Oph. I was the more deceived. 120
Ham. Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a[1082]
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 my beck than I have[1083] 125
thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape,[1084]
or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do
crawling between heaven and earth? We are arrant knaves[1085]
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.[1086]
Where's your father? 130
Oph. At home, my lord.
Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may[1087]
play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.[1087][1088]
Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens!
Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for[1089] 135
thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou
shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell.[1090]
Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise
men know well enough what monsters you make of them.
To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell.[1091] 140
Oph. O heavenly powers, restore him![1092]
Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough;[1093]
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves[1094]
another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name[1095]
God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.[1096][1097] 145
Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad.[1097][1098]
I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married[1099]
already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as[1100]
they are. To a nunnery, go. [Exit.[1101]
Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown![1102] 150
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword:[1103]
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,[1104]
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,[1105] 155
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,[1106]
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,[1107]
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;[1108]
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth[1109]
Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, 160
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see![1110]
Re-enter King and Polonius.
King. Love! his affections do not that way tend;[1111]
Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,[1112]
Was not like madness. There's something in his soul[1113]
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood, 165
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger: which for to prevent,[1114]
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down:—he shall with speed to England,[1115]
For the demand of our neglected tribute: 170
Haply the seas and countries different
With variable objects shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart,[1116]
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus[1117][1118]
From fashion of himself. What think you on 't?[1117] 175
Pol. It shall do well: but yet do I believe[1119][1120]
The origin and commencement of his grief[1119][1121]
Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia![1122]
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said;
We heard it all. My lord, do as you please;[1123] 180
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;[1124]
And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear[1125]
Of all their conference. If she find him not, 185
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.[1126]
Scene II. A hall in the castle.
Enter Hamlet and Players.[1127]
Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced[1128]
it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as[1129]
many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke[1130]
my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your[1131]
hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, 5
and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you[1132]
must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it
smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious[1133]
periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very[1134]
rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most[1135] 10
part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows
and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'er-doing[1136]
Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
First Play. I warrant your honour.[1137]
Ham. Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion 15
be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word[1138]
to the action; with this special observance, that you o'er-step[1139]
not the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone[1140]
is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first[1141]
and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to 20
nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own[1142]
image, and the very age and body of the time his form and[1143]
pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though[1144][1145]
it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious[1145]
grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance[1146] 25
o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be[1147]
players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and[1148]
that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having[1149]
the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan,[1150]
nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought[1150][1151] 30
some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made[1152]
them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
First Play. I hope we have reformed that indifferently[1137]
with us, sir.[1153]
Ham. O, reform it altogether. And let those that play 35
your clowns speak no more than is set down for them: for
there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some[1154]
quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the[1155]
mean time some necessary question of the play be then to
be considered: that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition 40
in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.
[Exeunt Players.
Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.[1156]