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
countrie Queene God grant they may exeunt omnes Enter Hamlet and Horatio Ham. beleeue mee it greeues mee much Horatio That to Leartes I forgot my selfe For by my selfe me thinkes I feele his griefe Though there 's difference in each others wrong Enter a Bragart Gentleman Horatio but marke yon water-flie The Court knowes him but hee knowes not the Court. Gent. Now God saue thee sweete prince Hamlet Ham. And you sir foh how the muske-cod smels Gen. I come with an embassage from his maiesty to you Ham. I shall sir giue you attention By my troth me thinkes t' is very colde Gent. It is indeede very rawish colde Ham. T' is hot me thinkes Gent. Very swoltery hote The King sweete Prince hath layd a wager on your side Six Barbary horse against six french rapiers With all their acoutrements too a the carriages In good faith they are very curiously wrought Ham. The cariages sir I do not know what you meane Gent. The girdles and hangers sir and such like Ham. The worde had beene more cosin german to the phrase if he could haue carried the canon by his side And howe's the wager I vnderstand you now Gent. Mary sir that yong Leartes in twelue venies At Rapier and Dagger do not get three oddes of you And on your side the King hath laide And desires you to be in readinesse Ham. Very well if the King dare venture his wager I dare venture my skull when must this be Gent. My Lord presently the king and her maiesty With the rest of the best iudgement in the Court Are comming downe into the outward pallace Ham. Goe tell his maiestie I wil attend him Gent I shall deliuer your most sweet answer exit Ham. You may sir none better for y' are spiced Else he had a bad nose could not smell a foole Hor. He will disclose himselfe without inquirie Ham. Beleeue me Horatio my hart is on the sodaine Very sore all here about Hor. My lord forbeare the challenge then Ham. No Horatio not I if danger be now Why then it is not to come there 's a predestiuate prouidence in the fall of a sparrow heere comes the King Enter King Queene Leartes Lordes King Now sonne Hamlet we hane laid vpon your head And make no question but to haue the best Ham. Your maiestie hath laide a the weaker side King We doubt it not deliuer them the foiles Ham. First Leartes heere 's my hand and loue Protesting that I neuer wrongd Leartes If Hamlet in his madnesse did amisse That was not Hamlet but his madnes did it And all the wrong I e're did to Leartes I here proclaime was madnes therefore le ts be at peace And thinke I haue shot mine arrow o're the house And hurt my brother Lear. Sir I am satisfied in nature But in termes of honor I 'le stand aloofe And will no reconcilement Till by some elder maisters of our time I may be satisfied King Giue them the foyles Ham. I 'le be your foyle Leartes these foyles Haue all a laught come on sir a hit Lear. No none Heere they play Ham. Iudgement Gent. A hit a most palpable hit Lear. Well come againe They play againe Ham. Another Iudgement Lear. I I grant a tuch a tuch King Here Hamlet the king doth drinke a health to thee Queene Here Hamlet take my napkin wipe thy face King Giue him the wine Ham. Set it by I 'le haue another bowt first I 'le drinke anone Queene Here Hamlet thy mother drinkes to thee Shee drinkes King Do not drinke Gertred O t' is the poysned cup Ham. Leartes come you dally with me I pray you passe with your most cunningst play Lear. I say you so haue at you I le hit you now my Lord And yet it goes almost against my conscience Ham. Come on sir. They catch one anothers Rapiers and both are wounded Leartes falles downe the Queene falles downe and dies King Looke to the Queene Queene O the drinke the drinke Hamlet the drinke Ham. Treason ho keepe the gates Lords How i st my Lord Leartes Lear. Euen as a coxcombe should Foolishly slaine with my owne weapon Hamlet thou hast not in thee halfe an houre of life The fatall Instrument is in thy hand Vnbated and invenomed thy mother 's poysned That drinke was made for thee Ham. The poysned Instrument within my hand Then venome to thy venome die damn'd villaine Come drinke here lies thy vnion here The king dies Lear. O he is iustly serued Hamlet before I die here take my hand And withall my loue I doe forgiue thee Leartes dies Ham. And I thee O I am dead Horatio fare thee well Hor. No I am more an antike Roman Then a Dane here is some poison left Ham. Vpon my loue I charge thee let it goe O fie Horatio and if thou shouldst die What a scandale wouldst thou leaue behinde What tongue should tell the story of our deaths If not from thee O my heart sinckes Horatio Mine eyes haue lost their sight my tongue his vse Farewel Horatio heauen receiue my soule Ham. dies Enter Uoltemar and the Ambassadors from England enter Fortenbrasse with his traine Fort. Where is this bloudy sight Hor. If aught of woe or wonder you 'ld behold Then looke vpon this tragicke spectacle Fort. O imperious death how many Princes Hast thou at one draft bloudily shot to death Ambass Our ambassie that we haue brought from England Where be these Princes that should heare vs speake O most most vnlooked for time vnhappy country Hor. Content your selues I le shew to all the ground The first beginning of this Tragedy Let there a scaffold be rearde vp in the market place And let the State of the world be there Where you shall heare such a sad story tolde That neuer mortall man could more vnfolde Fort. I haue some rights of memory to this kingdome Which now to claime my leisure doth inuite mee Let foure of our chiefest Captaines Beare Hamlet like a souldier to his graue For he was likely had he liued To a prou'd most royall Take vp the bodie such a fight as this Becomes the fieldes but here doth much amisse Finis
Who was in life a foolish prating knaue Exit Hamlet with the dead body Enter the King and Lordes King Now Gertred what sayes our sonne how doe you finde him Queene Alas my lord as raging as the sea Whenas he came I first bespake him faire But then he throwes and tosses me about As one forgetting that I was his mother At last I call'd for help and as I cried Corambis Call'd which Hamlet no sooner heard but whips me Out his rapier and cries a Rat a Rat and in his rage The good olde man he killes King Why this his madnesse will vndoe our state Lordes goe to him inquire the body out Gil. We will my Lord. Exeunt Lordes King Gertred your sonne shall presently to England His shipping is already furnished And we haue sent by Rossencraft and Gilderstone Our letters to our deare brother of England For Hamlets welfare and his happinesse Happly the aire and climate of the Country May please him better than his natiue home See where he comes Enter Hamlet and the Lordes Gil. My lord we can by no meanes Know of him where the body is King Now sonne Hamlet where is this dead body Ham. At supper not where he is eating but Where he is eaten a certaine company of politicke wormes are euen now at him Father your fatre King and your leane Beggar Are but variable seruices two dishes to one messe Looke you a man may fish with that worme That hath eaten of a King And a Beggar eate that fish Which that worme hath caught King What of this Ham. Nothing father but to tell you how a King May go a progresse through the guttes of a Beggar King But sonne Hamlet where is this body Ham. In heau'n if you chance to misse him there Father you had best looke in the other partes below For him and if you cannot finde him there You may chance to nose him as you go vp the lobby King Make haste and finde him out Ham. Nay doe you heare do not make too much haste I 'le warrant you hee 'le stay till you come King Well sonne Hamlet we in care of you but specially in tender preseruation of your health The which we price euen as our proper selfe It is our minde you forthwith goe for England The winde fits faire you shall aboorde to night Lord Rossencraft and Gilderstone shall goe along with you Ham. O with all my heart farewel mother King Your louing father Hamlet Ham. My mother I say you married my mother My mother is your wife man and wife is one flesh And so my mother farewel for England hoe exeunt all but the king king Gertred leaue me And take your leaue of Hamlet To England is he gone ne're to returne Our Letters are vnto the King of England That on the sight of them on his allegeance He presently without demaunding why That Hamlet loose his head for he must die There 's more in him than shallow eyes can see He once being dead why then our state is free exit Enter Fortenbrasse Drumme and Souldiers Fort. Captaine from vs goe greete The king of Denmarke Tell him that Fortenbrasse nephew to old Norway Craues a free passe and conduct ouer his land According to the Articles agreed on You know our Randevous goe march away exeunt all enter King and Queene King Hamlet is ship't for England fare him well I hope to heare good newes from thence ere long If euery thing fall out to our content As I doe make no doubt but so it shall Queene God grant it may heau'ns keep my Hamlet safe But this mischance of olde Corambis death Hath piersed so the yong Ofeliaes heart That she poore maide is quite bereft her wittes King Alas deere heart And on the other side We vnderstand her brother 's come from Francé And he hath halfe the heart of all our Land And hardly hee 'le forget his fathers death Vnlesse by some meanes he be pacified Qu. O see where the yong Ofelia is Enter Ofelia playing on a Lute and her haire downe singing Ofelia How should I your true loue know From another man By his cockle hatte and his staffe And his sandall shoone White his shrowde as mountaine snowe Larded with sweete slowers That bewept to the graue did not goe With true louers showers He is dead and gone Lady he is dead and gone At his head a grasse greene turffe At his heeles a stone king How is' t with you sweete Ofelia Ofelia Well God yeeld you It grieues me to see how they laid him in the cold ground I could not chuse but weepe And will he not come againe And will he not come againe No no hee 's gone and we cast away mone And he neuer will come againe His beard as white as snowe All flaxen was his pole He is dead he is gone And we cast away moane God a mercy on his soule And of all christen soules I pray God God be with you Ladies God be with you exit Ofelia king A pretty wretch this is a change indeede O Time how swiftly runnes our ioyes away Content on earth was neuer certaine bred To day we laugh and liue to morrow dead How now what noyse is that A noyse within enter Leartes Lear. Stay there vntill I come O thou vilde king giue me my father Speake say where 's my father king Dead Lear. Who hath murdred him speake I 'le not Be juggled with for he is murdred Queene True but not by him Lear. By whome by heau'n I 'le be resolued king Let him goe Gertred away I feare him not There 's such diuinitie doth wall a king That treason dares not looke on Let him goe Gertred that your father is murdred T' is true and we most sory for it Being the chiefest piller of our state Therefore will you like a most desperate gamster Swoop-stake-like draw at friend and foe and all Lear. To his good friends thus wide I 'le ope mine arms And locke them in my hart but to his foes I will no reconcilement but by bloud king Why now you speake like a most louing sonne And that in soule we sorrow for for his death Your selfe ere long shall be a witnesse Meane while be patient and content your selfe Enter Ofelia as before Lear. Who 's this Ofelia O my deere sister I' st possible a yong maides life Should be as mortall as an olde mans sawe O heau'ns themselues how now Oselia Ofel. Wel God a mercy I a bin gathering of floures Here here is rew for you You may call it hearb a grace a Sundayes Heere 's some for me too you must weare your rew With a difference there 's a dazie Here Loue there 's rosemary for you For remembrance I pray Loue remember And there 's pansey for thoughts Lear. A document in madnes thoughts remembrance O God O God! Ofelia There is fennell for you I would a giu'n you Some violets but they all withered when My father died alas they
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
Exit Rossencraft and Gilderstone Enter Corambis Cor. My lord the Queene would speake with you Ham. Do you see yonder clowd in the shape of a camell Cor. T' is like a camell in deed Ham. Now me thinkes it 's like a weasel Cor. T' is back't like a weasell Ham. Or like a whale Cor. Very like a whale exit Coram Ham. Why then tell my mother I 'le come by and by Good night Horatio Hor. Good night vnto your Lordship exit Horatio Ham. My mother she hath sent to speake with me O God let ne're the heart of Nero enter This soft bosome Let me be cruell not vnnaturall I will speake daggers those sharpe wordes being spent To doe her wrong my soule shall ne're consent exit Enter the King King O that this wet that falles vpon my face Would wash the crime cleere from my conscience When I looke vp to heauen I see my trespasse The earth doth still crie out vpon my fact Pay me the murder of a brother and a king And the adulterous fault I haue committed O these are sinnes that are vnpardonable Why say thy sinnes were blacker then is ieat Yet may contrition make them as white as snowe I but still to perseuer in a sinne It is an act gainst the vniuersall power Most wretched man stoope bend thee to thy prayer Aske grace of heauen to keepe thee from despaire hee kneeles enter Hamlet Ham. I so come forth and worke thy last And thus hee dies and so am I reuenged No not so he tooke my father sleeping his sins brim full And how his soule stoode to the state of heauen Who knowes saue the immortall powres And shall I kill him now When he is purging of his soule Making his way for heauen this is a benefit And not reuenge no get thee vp agen When hee 's at game swaring taking his carowse drinking drunke Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed Or at some act that hath no relish Of saluation in 't then trip him That his heeles may kicke at heauen And fall as lowe as hel my mother stayes This phisicke but prolongs thy weary dayes exit Ham. King My wordes fly vp my sinnes remaine below No King on earth is safe if Gods his foe exit King Enter Queene and Corambis Cor. Madame I heare yong Hamlet comming I 'le shrowde my selfe behinde the Arras exit Cor. Queene Do so my Lord. Ham. Mother mother O are you here How i' st with you mother Queene How i' st with you Ham I 'le tell you but first wee le make all safe Queene Hamlet thou hast thy father much offended Ham. Mother you haue my father much offended Queene How now boy Ham. How now mother come here sit downe for you shall heare me speake Queene What wilt thou doe thou wilt not murder me Helpe hoe Cor. Helpe for the Queene Ham. I a Rat dead for a Duckat Rash intruding foole farewell I tooke thee for thy better Queene Hamlet what hast thou done Ham. Not so much harme good mother As to kill a king and marry with his brother Queene How kill a king Ham. Ia King nay sit you downe and ere you part If you be made of penitrable stuffe I 'le make your eyes looke downe into your heart And see how horride there and blacke it shews Queene Hamlet what mean'st thou by these killing words Ham. Why this I meane see here behold this picture It is the portraiture of your deceased husband See here a face to outface Mars himselfe An eye at which his foes did tremble at A front wherin all vertue are set downe For to adorne a king and guild his crowne Whose heart went hand in hand euen with that vow He made to you in marriage and he is dead Murdred damnably murdred this was your husband Looke you now here is your husband With a face like Unlcan A looke fit for a murder and a rape A dull dead hanging looke and a hell-bred eie To affright children and amaze the world And this same haue you left to change with this What Diuell thus hath cosoned you at hob-man blinde A haue you eyes and can you looke on him That slew my father and your deere husband To liue in the incestuous pleasure of his bed Queene O Hamlet speake no more Ham. To leaue him that bare a Monarkes minde For a king of clowts of very shreads Queene Sweete Hamlet cease Ham. Nay but still to persist and dwell in finne To sweate vnder the yoke of insamie To make increase of shame to seale damnation Queene Hamlet no more Ham. Why appetite with you is in the waine Your blood runnes backeward now from whence it came who 'le chide hote blood within a Virgins heart When lust shall dwell within a matrons breast Queene Hamlet thou cleaues my heart in twaine Ham. O throw away the worser part of it and keepe the better Enter the ghost in his night gowne Saue me saue me you gratious Powers aboue and houer ouer mee With your celestiall wings Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide That I thus long haue let reuenge slippe by O do not glare with lookes so pittifull Lest that my heart of stone yeelde to compassion And euery part that should assist reuenge Forgoe their proper powers and fall to pitty Ghost Hamlet I once againe appeare to thee To put thee in remembrance of my death Doe not neglect nor long time put it off But I perceiue by thy distracted lookes Thy mother 's fearefull and she stands amazde Speake to her Hamlet for her sex is weake Comfort thy mother Hamlet thinke on me Ham. How i' st with you Lady Queene Nay how i' st with you That thus you bend your eyes on vacancie And holde discourse with nothing but with ayre Ham. Why doe you nothing heare Queene Not I. Ham. Nor doe you nothing see Queene No neither Ham. No why see the king my father my father in the habite As he liued looke you how pale he lookes See how he steales away out of the Portall Looke there he goes exit ghost Queene Alas it is the weakenesse of thy braine Which makes thy tongue to blazon thy hearts griefe But as I haue a soule I sweare by heauen I neuer knew of this most horride murder But Hamlet this is onely fantasie And for my loue forget these idle fits Ham. Idle no mother my pulse doth beate like yours It is not madnesse that possesseth Hamlet O mother if euer you did my deare father loue Forbeare the adulterous bed to night And win your selfe by little as you may In time it may be you wil lothe him quite And mother but assist mee in reuenge And in his death your infamy shall die Queene Hamlet I vow by that maiesty That knowes our thoughts and lookes into our hearts I will conceale consent and doe my best What stratagem soe're thou shalt deuise Ham. It is enough mother good night Come sir I 'le prouide for you a graue