And that brings many a one to his long home Clowne Prety agen the gallowes doth well mary howe dooes it well the gallowes dooes well to them that doe ill goe get thee gone And if any one aske thee hereafter say A Graue-maker for the houses he buildes Last till Doomes-day Fetch me a stope of beere goe Enter Hamlet and Horatio Clowne A picke-axe and a spade A spade for and a winding sheete Most fit it is for t' will be made he throwes vp a shouel For such a ghest most meete Ham. Hath this fellow any feeling of himselfe That is thus merry in making of a graue See how the slaue joles their heads against the earth Hor. My lord Custome hath made it in him seeme nothing Clowne A pick-axe and a spade a spade For and a winding fheete Most fit it is for to be made For such a ghest most meet Ham. Looke you there 's another Horatio Why mai 't not be the scull of some Lawyer Me thinkes he should indite that fellow Of an action of Batterie for knocking Him about the pate with 's shouel now where is your Quirkes and quillets now your vouchers and Double vouchers your leases and free-holde And tenements why that same boxe there will scarse Holde the conueiance of his land and must The honor lie thâ—re O pittifull transformance I prethee tell me Horatio Is parchment made of sheep-skinnes Hor. I my Lorde and of calues-skinnes too Ham. I faith they prooue themselues sheepe and calues That deale with them or put their trust in them There 's another why may not that be such a ones Scull that praised my Lord such a ones horse When he meant to beg him Horatio I prethee Le ts question yonder fellow Now my friend whose graue is this Clowne Mine sir. Ham. But who must lie in it Clowne If I should say I should I should lie in my throat sir. Ham. What man must be buried here Clowne No man sir Ham. What woman Clowne No woman neither sir but indeede One that was a woman Ham. An excellent fellow by the Lord Horatio This seauen yeares haue I noted it the toe of the pesant Comes so neere the heele of the courtier That hee gawles his kibe I prethee tell mee one thing How long will a man lie in the ground before hee rots Clowne I faith sir if hee be not rotten before He be laide in as we haue many pocky corses He will last you eight yeares a tanner Will last you eight yeares full out or nine Ham. And why a tanner Clowne Why his hide is so tanned with his trade That it will holde out water that 's a parlous Deuourer of your dead body a great soaker Looke you here 's a scull hath bin here this dozen yeare Let me see I euer since our last king Hamlet Slew Fortenbrasse in combat yong Hamlets father Hee that 's mad Ham. I mary how came he madde Clowne I faith very strangely by loosing of his wittes Ham. Vpon what ground Clowne A this ground in Denmarke Ham. Where is he now Clowne Why now they sent him to England Ham. To England wherefore Clowne Why they say he shall haue his wittes there Or if he haue not t' is no great matter there It will not be seene there Ham. Why not there Clowne Why there they say the men are as mad as he Ham. Whose scull was this Clowne This a plague on him a madde rogues it was He powred once a whole flagon of Rhenish of my head Why do not you know him this was one Yorickes scull Ham. Was this I prethee let me see it alas poore Yoricke I knew him Horatio A fellow of infinite mirth he hath caried mee twenty times vpon his backe here hung those lippes that I haue Kissed a hundred times and to see now they abhorre me Where 's your iests now Yoricke your flashes of meriment now go to my Ladies chamber and bid her paint her selfe an inch thicke to this she must come Yoricke Horatio I prethee tell me one thing doost thou thinke that Alexander looked thus Hor. Euen so my Lord. Ham. And smelt thus Hor. I my lord no otherwise Ham. No why might not imagination worke as thus of Alexander Alexander died Alexander was buried Alexander became earth of earth we make clay and Alexander being but clay why might not time bring to passe that he might stoppe the boung hole of a beere barrell Imperious Caesar dead and turnd to clay Might stoppe a hole to keepe the winde away Enter King and Queene Leartes and other lordes with a Priest after the coffin Ham. What funerall's this that all the Court laments It shews to be some noble parentage Stand by a while Lear. What ceremony else say what ceremony else Priest My Lord we haue done all that lies in vs And more than well the church can tolerate She hath had a Dirge sung for her maiden soule And but for fauour of the king and you She had beene buried in the open fieldes Where now she is allowed christian buriall Lear. So I tell thee churlish Priest a ministring Angell shall my sister be when thou liest howling Ham. The faire Ofelia dead Queene Sweetes to the sweete farewell I had thought to adorne thy bridale bed faire maide And not to follow thee vnto thy graue Lear. Forbeare the earth a while sister farewell Leartes leapes into the graue Now powre your earth on Olympus hie And make a hill to o're top olde Pellon Hamlet leaps in after Leartes What 's he that coniures so Ham. Beholde t is I Hamlet the Dane Lear. The diuell take thy soule Ham. O thou praiest not well I prethee take thy hand from off my throate For there is something in me dangerous Which let thy wisedome feare holde off thy hand I lou'de Ofelia as deere as twenty brothers could Shew me what thou wilt doe for her Wilt fight wilt fast wilt pray Wilt drinke vp vessels eate a crocadile I le do ot Com'st thou here to whine And where thou talk'st of burying thee a liue Here let vs stand and let them throw on vs Whole hills of earth till with the heighth therof Make Oosell as a Wart King Forbeare Leartes now is hee mad as is the sea Anone as milde and gentle as a Doue Therfore a while giue his wilde humour scope Ham. What is the reason sir that you wrong mee thus I neuer gaue you cause but stand away A Cat will meaw a Dog will haue a day Exit Hamlet and Horatio Queene Alas it is his madnes makes him thus And not his heart Leartes King My lord t' is so but wee 'le no longer trifle This very day shall Hamlet drinke his last For presently we meane to send to him Therfore Leartes be in readynes Lear. My lord till then my soule will not bee quiet King Come Gertred wee 'l haue Leartes and our sonne Made friends and Louers as befittes them both Euen as they tender vs and loue their
might stay mee Yet something is there whispers in my hart Which makes my minde and spirits bend all for France King Haue you your fathers leaue Leartes Cor. He hath my lord wrung from me aforced graunt And I beseech you grant your Highnesse leaue Kiug With all our heart Leartes fare thee well Lear. I in all loue and dutie take my leaue King And now princely Sonne Hamlet What meanes these sad and melancholy moodes For your intent going to Wittenberg Wee hold it most vnmeet and vnconuenient Being the Ioy and halfe heart of your mother Therefore let mee intreat you stay in Court All Denmarkes hope our coosin and dearest Sonne Exit Ham. My lord ti 's not the sable sute I weare No nor the teares that still stand in my eyes Nor the distracted hauiour in the visage Nor all together mixt with outward semblance Is equall to the sorrow of my heart Him haue I lost I must os force forgoe These but the ornaments and sutes of woe King This shewes a louing care in you Sonne Hamlet But you must thinke your father lost a father That father dead lost his and so shal be vntill the Generall ending Therefore cease laments It is a fault gainst heauen fault gainst the dead A fault gainst nature and in reasons Common course most certaine None liues on earth but hee is borne to die Que. Let not thy mother loose her praiers Hamlet Stay here with us go not to Wittenberg Ham. I shall in all my best obay you madam King Spoke like a kinde and a most louing Sonne And there 's no health the King shall drinke today But the great Canon to the clowdes shall tell The rowse the King shall drinke vnto Prince Hamlet Exeunt all but Hamlet Ham. O that this too much grieu'd and fallied flesh Would melt to nothing or that the vniuersall Globe of heauen would turne al to a Chaos O God within two months no not two â— married Mine vncle O let me not thinke of it My fathers brother but no more like My father then I to Hercules Within two months ere yet the salt of most Vnrighteous teares had left their flushing In her galled eyes she married O God a beast Deuoyd of reason would not haue made Such speede Frailtie thy name is Woman Why she would hang on him as if increase Of appetite had growne by what it looked on O wicked wicked speede to make such Dexteritie to incestuous sheetes Ere yet the shooes were olde The which she followed my dead fathers corse Like Nyobe all teares married well it is not Nor it cannot come to good But breake my heart for I must holde my tongue Enter Horatio and Marcellus Hor. Health to your Lordship Ham. I am very glad to see you Horatio or I much forget my selfe Hor. The same my Lord and your poore seruant euer Ham. O my good friend I change that name with you but what make you from Wittenberg Horatio Marcellus Marc. My good Lord. Ham. I am very glad to see you good euen sirs But what is your affaire in Elsenoure Wee le teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart Hor. A trowant disposition my good Lord Ham. Nor shall you make mee truster Of your owne report against your selfe Sir I know you are no trowant But what is your affaire in Elsenoure Hor. My good Lord I came to see your fathers funerall Ham. O I pre thee do not mocke hee fellow studient I thinke it was to see my mothers wedding Hor. Indeede my Lord it followed hard vpon Ham. Thrift thrift Horatio the funerall bak't meates Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables Would I had met my deerest foe in heauen Ere euer I had seene that day Horatio O my father my father me thinks I see my father Hor. Where my Lord Ham. Why in my mindes eye Horatio Hor. I saw him once he was a gallant King Ham. He was a man take him for all in all I shall not looke vpon his like againe Hor. My Lord I thinke I saw him yesternight Ham. Saw who Hor. My Lord the King your father Ham. Ha ha the King my father keyou Hor. Ceasen your admiration for a while With an attentiue eare till I may deliuer Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen This wonder to you Ham. For Gods loue let me heare it Hor. Two nights together had these Gentlemen Marcelllus and Bernardo on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night Beene thus incountered by a figure like your father Armed to poynt exactly Capapâ—â— Appeeres before them thrise he walkes Before their weake and feare oppressed eies Within his tronchions length While they distilled almost to gelly With the act of feare stands dumbe And speake not to him this to mee In dreadfull secresie impart they did And I with them the third night kept the watch Where as they had deliuered forme of the thing Each part made true and good The Apparition comes I knew your father These handes are not more like Ham. T is very strange Hor. As I do liue my honord lord t is true And wee did thinke it right done In our dutie to let you know it Ham. Where was this Mar. My Lord vpon the platforme where we watched Ham. Did you not speake to it Hor. My Lord we did but answere made it none Yet once me thought it was about to speake And lifted vp his head to motion Like as he would speake but euen then The morning cocke crew lowd and in all haste It shruncke in haste away and vanished Our fight Ham. Indeed indeed sirs but this troubles me Hold you the watch to night All We do my Lord. Ham. Armed say ye All Armed my good Lord. Ham. From top to toe All. My good Lord from head to foote Ham. Why then saw you not his face Hor. O yes my Lord he wore his beuer vp Ham. How look't he frowningly Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger Ham. Pale or red Hor. Nay verie pal Ham. And fixt his eies vpon you Hor. Most constantly Ham. I would I had beene there Hor. It would a much amazed you Ham. Yea very like very like staid it long Hor. While one with moderate pace Might tell a hundred Mar. O longer longer Ham. His beard was grisleld no. Hor. It was as I haue seene it in his life A sable siluer Ham. I wil watch to night perchance t' wil walke againe Hor. I warrant it will Ham. If it assume my noble fathers person I le speake to it if hell it selfe should gape And bid me hold my peace Gentlemen If you haue hither consealed this sight Let it be tenible in your silence still And whatsoeuer else shall chance to night Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue I will requit your loues so fare you well Vpon the platforme twixt eleuen and twelue I le visit you All. Our duties to your honor excunt Ham. O your loues your loues as mine to you Farewell my
fathers spirit in Armes Well all 's not well I doubt some foule play Would the night were come Till then sit still my soule foule deeds will ris Though all the world orewhelme them to mens eies Exit Enter Leartes and Ofelia Leart My necessaries are inbarkt I must aboord But ere I part marke what I say to thee I see Prince Hamlet makes a shew of loue Beware Ofelia do not trust his vowes Perhaps he loues you now and now his tongue Speakes from his heart but yet take heed my sister The Chariest maide is prodigall enough If she vnmaske hir beautie to the Moone Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious thoughts Belieu 't Ofelia therefore keepe a loofe Lest that he trip thy honor and thy fame Ofel. Brother to this I haue lent attentiue eare And doubt not but to keepe my honour firme But my deere brother do not you Like to a cunning Sophister Teach me the path and ready way to heauen While you forgetting what is said to me Your selfe like to a carelesse libertine Doth giue his heart his appetite at ful And little recks how that his honour dies Lear. No feare it not my deere Ofelia Here comes my father occasion smiles vpon a second leaue Enter Corambis Cor. Yet here Leartes aboord aboord for shame The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile And you are staid for there my blessing with thee And these few precepts in thy memory Be thou familiar but by no meanes vulgare Those friends thou hast and their adoptions tried Graple them to thee with a hoope of steele But do not dull the palme with entertaine Of euery new vnfleg'd courage Beware of entrance into a quarrell but being in Beare it that the opposed may beware of thee Costly thy apparrell as thy purse can buy But not exprest in fashion For the apparell oft proclaimes the man And they of France of the chiefe rancke and station Are of a most select and generall chiefe in that This aboue all to thy owne selfe be true And it must follow as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any one Farewel my blessing with thee Lear. I humbly take my leaue farewell Ofelia And remember well what I haue said to you exit Ofel. It is already lock't within my hart And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it Cor. What i' st Ofelia he hath saide to you Ofel. Somthing touching the prince Hamlet Cor. Mary wel thought on t' is giuen me to vnderstand That you haue bin too prodigall of your maiden presence Vnto Prince Hamlet if it be so As so t is giuen to mee and that in waie of caution I must tell you you do not vnderstand your selfe So well as befits my honor and your credite Ofel. My lord he hath made many tenders of his loue to me Cor. Tenders I I tenders you may call them Ofel. And withall such earnest vowes Cor. Springes to catch woodcocks What do not I know when the blood doth burne How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes In briefe be more scanter of your maiden presence Or tendring thus you 'l tender mee a foole Ofel. I shall obay my lord in all I may Cor. Ofelia receiue none of his letters For louers lines are snares to intrap the heart Refuse his tokens both of them are keyes To vnlocke Chastitie vnto Desire Come in Ofelia such men often proue Great in their wordes but little in their loue Ofel. I will my lord exeunt Enter Hamlet Horatio and Marcellus Ham. The ayre bites shrewd it is an eager and An nipping winde what houre i' st Hor. I think it lacks of twelue Sound Trumpets Mar. No t' is strucke Hor. Indeed I heard it not what doth this mean my lord Ham. O the king doth wake to night takes his rowse Keepe wassel and the swaggering vp-spring reeles And as he dreames his draughts of renish downe The kettle drumme and trumpet thus bray out The triumphes of his pledge Hor. Is it a custome here Ham. I mary i' st and though I am Natiue here and to the maner borne It is a custome more honourd in the breach Then in the obseruance Enter the Ghost Hor. Looke my Lord it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs Be thou a spirite of health or goblin damn'd Bring with thee ayres from heanen or blasts from hell Be thy intents wicked or charitable Thou commest in such questionable shape That I will speake to thee I le call thee Hamlet King Father Royall Dane O answere mee let mee not burst in ignorance But say why thy canonizd bones hearsed in death Haue burst their ceremonies why thy Sepulcher In which wee saw thee quietly interr'd Hath burst his ponderous and marble Iawes To cast thee vp againe what may this meane That thou dead corse againe in compleate steele Reuissets thus the glimses of the Moone Making night hideous and we fooles of nature So horridely to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules Say speake wherefore what may this meane Hor. It beckons you as though it had something To impart to you alone Mar. Looke with what courteous action It waues you to a more remoued ground But do not go with it Hor. No by no meanes my Lord. Ham. It will not speake then will I follow it Hor. What if it tempt you toward the flood my Lord. That beckles ore his bace into the sea And there assume some other horrible shape Which might depriue your soueraigntie of reason And driue you into madnesse thinke of it Ham. Still am I called go on I le follow thee Hor. My Lord you shall not go Ham. Why what should be the feare I do not set my life at a pinnes fee And for my soule what can it do to that Being a thing immortall like it selfe Go on I le follow thee Mar. My Lord be rulde you shall not goe Ham. My fate cries out and makes each pety Artiue As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue Still am I cald vnhand me gentlemen By heauen I le make a ghost of him that lets me Away I say go on I le follow thee Hor. He waxeth desperate with imagination Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmarke Hor. Haue after to what issue will this sort Mar. Le ts follow t is not fit thus to obey him exit Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. I le go no farther whither wilt thou leade me Ghost Marke me Ham. I will Ghost I am thy fathers spirit doomd for a time To walke the night and all the day Confinde in flaming fire Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature A repurged and burnt away Ham. Alas poore Ghost Ghost Nay pitty me not but to my vnfolding Lend thy listning eare but that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house I would a tale vnfold whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule freeze thy yong blood Make thy two eyes like stars start
why what is Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba What would he do and if he had my losse His father murdred and a Crowne bereft him He would turne all his teares to droppes of blood Amaze the standers by with his laments Strike more then wonder in the iuidiciall eares Confound the ignorant and make mute the wise Indeede his passion would be generall Yet I like to an asse and Iohn a Dreames Hauing my father murdred by a villaine Stand still and let it passe why sure I am a coward Who pluckes me by the beard or twites my nose Giue 's me the lie i' th throate downe to the lungs Sure I should take it or else I haue no gall Or by this I should a fatted all the region kites With this slaues offell this damned villaine Treacherous bawdy murderous villaine Why this is braue that I the sonne of my deare father Should like a scalion like a very drabbe Thus raile in wordes About my braine I haue heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play Hath by the very cunning of the scene confest a murder Committed long before This spirit that I haue seene may be the Diuell And out of my weakenesse and my melancholy As he is very potent with such men Doth seeke to damne me I will haue sounder proofes The play 's the thing Wherein I 'le catch the conscience of the King exit Enter the King Queene and Lordes King Lordes can you by no meanes finde The cause of our sonne Hamlets lunacie You being so neere in loue euen from his youth Me thinkes should gaine more than a stranger should Gil. My lord we haue done all the best we could To wring from him the cause of all his griefe But still he puts vs off and by no meanes Would make an answere to that we exposde Ross. Yet was he something more inclin'd to mirth Before we left him and I take it He hath giuen order for a play to night At which he craues your highnesse company King With all our heart it likes vs very well Gentlemen seeke still to increase his mirth Spare for no cost our coffers shall be open And we vnto your selues will still be thankefull Both In all wee can be sure you shall commaund Queene Thankes gentlemen and what the Queene of Denmarke May pleasure you be sure you shall not want Gil. Wee le once againe vnto the noble Prince King Thanks to you both Gertred you 'l see this play Queene My lord I will and it ioyes me at the soule He is inclin'd to any kinde of mirth Cor. Madame I pray be ruled by me And my good Soueraigne giue me leaue to speake We cannot yet finde out the very ground Of his distemperance therefore I holde it meete if so it please you Else they shall not meete and thus it is King What i' st Corambis Cor. Mary my good lord this soone when the sports are done Madam send you in haste to speake with him And I my selfe will stand behind the Arras There question you the cause of all his griefe And then in loue and nature vnto you hee 'le tell you all My Lord how thinke you on 't King It likes vs well Gerterd what say you Queene With all my heart soone will I send for him Cor. My selfe will be that happy messenger Who hopes his griefe will be reueal'd to her exeunt omnes Enter Hamlet and the Players Ham. Pronounce me this speech trippingly a the tongue as I taught thee Mary and you mouth it as a many of your players do I 'de rather heare a towne bull bellow Then such a fellow speake my lines Nor do not saw the aire thus with your hands But giue euery thing his action with temperance O it offends mee to the soule to heare a robustious periwig fellow To teare a passion in totters into very ragges To split the eares of the ignoraut who for the Most parte are capable of nothing but dumbe shewes and noises I would haue such a fellow whipt for o're doing tarmagant It out Herodes Herod Players My Lorde wee haue indifferently reformed that among vs. Ham. The better the better mend it all together There be fellowes that I haue seene play And heard others commend them and that highly too That hauing neither the gate of Christian Pagan Nor Turke haue so strutted and bellowed That you would a thought some of Natures journeymen Had made men and not made them well They imitated humanitie so abhominable Take heede auoyde it Players I warrant you my Lord. Ham. And doe you heare let not your Clowne speake More thâ—n is set downe there be of them I can tell you That will laugh themselues to set on some Quantitie of barren spectators to laugh with them Albeit there is some necessary point in the Play Then to be obserued O t' is vile and shewes A pittifull ambition in the foole that vseth it And then you haue some agen that keepes one sute Osieasts as a man is knowne by one sute of Apparell and Gentlemen quotes his ieasts downe In their tables before they come to the play as thus Cannot you stay till I eate my porrige and you owe me A quarters wages and my coate wants a cullison And your beere is sowre and blabbering with his lips And thus keeping in his cinkapase of ieasts When God knows the warme Clowne cannot make a iest Vnlesse by chance as the blinde man catcheth a hare Maisters tell him of it players We will my Lord. Ham. Well goe make you ready exeunt players Horatio Heere my Lord. Ham. Horatio thou art euen as iust a man As e're my conuersation cop'd withall Hor. O my lord Ham. Nay why should I flatter thee Why should the poore be flattered What gaine should I receiue by flattering thee That nothing hath but thy good minde Let flattery sit on those time-pleasing tongs To glose with them that loues to heare their praise And not with such as thou Horatio There is a play to night wherein one Sceane they haue Comes very neere the murder of my father When thou shalt see that Act afoote Marke thou the King doe but obserue his lookes For I mine eies will riuet to his face And if he doe not bleach and change at that It is a damned ghost that we haue seene Horatio haue a care obserue him well Hor. My lord mine eies shall still be on his face And not the smallest alteration That shall appeare in him but I shall note it Ham. Harke they come Enter King Queene Corambis and other Lords King How now son Hamlet how fare you shall we haue a play Ham. Y faith the Camelions dish not capon cramm'd feede a the ayre I father My lord you playd in the Vniuersitie Cor. That I did my L and I was counted a good actor Ham. What did you enact there Cor. My lord I did act Iulius Caesar I was killed in the Capitoll Brutus killed me Ham. It was a brute parte of
him To kill so capitall a calfe Come be these Players ready Queene Hamlet come sit downe by me Ham. No by my faith mother heere 's a mettle more attractiue Lady will you giue me leaue and so forth To lay my head in your lappe Ofel. No my Lord. Ham. Vpon your lap what do you thinke I meant contrary matters Enter in a Dumbe Shew the King and the Queene he sits downe in an Arbor she leaues him Then enters Lucianus with poyson in a Viall and powres it in his eares and goes away Then the Queene commeth and findes him dead and goes away with the other Ofel. What meanes this my Lord Enter the Prologue Ham. This is myching Mallico that meanes my chiefe Ofel. What doth this meane my lord Ham. you shall heare anone this fellow will tell you all Ofel. Will he tell vs what this shew meanes Ham. I or any shew you 'le shew him Be not afeard to shew hee 'le not be afeard to tell O these Players cannot keepe counsell thei 'le tell all Prol. For vs and for our Tragedie Heere stowpiug to your clemencie We begge your hearing patiently Ham. I' st a prologue or a poesie for a ring Ofel. T' is short my Lord. Ham. As womens loue Enter the Duke and Dutchesse Duke Full fortie yeares are past their date is gone Since happy time ioyn'd both our hearts as one And now the blood that fill'd my youthfull veines Runnes weakely in their pipes and all the straines Of musicke which whilome pleasde mine eare Is now a burthen that Age cannot beare And therefore sweete Nature must pay his due To heauen must I and leaue the earth with you Dutchesse O say not so lest that you kill my heart When death takes you let life from me depart Duke Content thy selfe when ended is my date Thon maist perchance haue a more noble mate More wise more youthfull and one Dutchesse O speake no more for then I am accurst None weds the second but she kils the first A second time I kill my Lord that 's dead When second husband kisses me in bed Ham. O wormewood wormewood Duke I doe beleeue you sweete what now you speake But what we doe determine oft we breake For our demises stil are ouerthrowne Our thoughts are ours their end 's none of our owne So thinke you will no second husband wed But die thy thoughts when thy first Lord is dead Dutchesse Both here and there pursue me lasting strife If once a widdow euer I be wife Ham. If she should breake now Duke T' is deepely sworne sweete leaue me here a while My spirites growe dull and faine I would beguile the tedious time with sleepe Dutchesse Sleepe rocke thy braine And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine exit Lady Ham. Madam how do you like this play Queene The Lady protests too much Ham. O but shee 'le keepe her word King Haue you heard the argument is there no offence in it Ham. No offence in the world poyson in iest poison in iest King What do you call the name of the play Ham. Mouse-trap mary how trapically this play is The image of a murder done in guyana Albertus Was the Dukes name his wife Baptista Father it is a knauish peece a worke but what A that it toucheth not vs you and I that haue free Soules let the galld iade wince this is one Lucianus nephew to the King Ofel. Ya 're as good as a Chorus my lord Ham. I could interpret the loue you beare if I sawe the poopies dallying Ofel. Y' are very pleasant my lord Ham. Who I your onlie jig-maker why what shoulde a man do but be merry for looke how cheerefully my mother lookes my father died within these two houres Ofel. Nay t' is twice two months my Lord. Ham. Two months nay then let the diuell weare blacke For I 'le haue a sute of Sables Iesus two months dead And not forgotten yet nay then there 's some Likelyhood a gentlemans death may outliue memorie But by my faith hee must build churches then Or els hee must follow the olde Epitithe With hoh with ho the hobi-horse is forgot Ofel. Your iests are keene my Lord. Ham. It would cost you a groning to take them off Ofel. Still better and worse Ham. So you must take your husband begin Murdred Begin a poxe leaue thy damnable faces and begin Come the croking rauen doth bellow for reuenge Murd Thoughts blacke hands apt drugs fit and time agreeing Confederate season else no creature seeing Thou mixture rancke of midnight weedes collected With Hecates bane thrise blasted thrise infected Thy naturall magicke and dire propertie One wholesome life vsurps immediately exit Ham. He poysons him for his estate King Lights I will to bed Cor. The king rises lights hoe Exeunt King and Lordes Ham. What frighted with false fires Then let the stricken deere goe weepe The Hart vngalled play For some must laugh while some must weepe Thus runnes the world away Hor. The king is mooued my lord Hor. I Horatio I 'le take the Ghosts word For more then all the coyne in Denmarke Enter Rossencraft and Gilderstone Ross. Now my lord how i' st with you Ham. And if the king like not the tragedy Why then belike he likes it not perdy Ross. We are very glad to see your grace so pleasant My good lord let vs againe intreate To know of you the ground and cause of your distemperature Gil. My lord your mother craues to speake with you Ham. We shall obey were she ten times our mother Ross. But my good Lord shall I intreate thus much Ham. I pray will you play vpon this pipe Ross. Alas my lord I cannot Ham. Pray will you Gil. I haue no skill my Lord. Ham. why looke it is a thing of nothing T' is but stopping of these holes And with a little breath from your lips It will giue most delicate musick Gil. But this cannot wee do my Lord. Ham. Pray now pray hartily I beseech you Ros. My lord wee cannot Ham. Why how vnworthy a thing would you make of me You would seeme to know my stops you would play vpon mee You would search the very inward part of my hart And diue into the secreet of my soule Zownds do you thinke Iam easier to be pla'yd On then a pipe call mee what Instrument You will though you can frett mee yet you can not Play vpon mee besides to be demanded by a spunge Ros. How a spunge my Lord Ham. I sir a spunge that sokes vp the kings Countenance fauours and rewardes that makes His liberalitie your store house but such as you Do the king in the end best seruise For hee doth keep you as an Ape doth nuttes In the corner of his law first mouthes you Then swallowes you so when hee hath need Of you t' is but squeefing of you And spunge you shall be dry againe you shall Ros. Wel my Lord wee 'le take our leaue Ham Farewell farewell God blesse you