There my Lord
Ham. Ha, ha: Are you honest?
Ophe. My Lord
Ham. Are you faire?
Ophe. What meanes your Lordship?
Ham. That if you be honest and faire, your Honesty should admit no discourse to your Beautie
Ophe. Could Beautie my Lord, haue better Comerce then your Honestie?
Ham. I trulie: for the power of Beautie, will sooner transforme Honestie from what is, to a Bawd, then the force of Honestie can translate Beautie into his likenesse.
This was sometime a Paradox, but now the time giues it proofe. I did loue you once
Ophe. Indeed my Lord, you made me beleeue so
Ham. You should not haue beleeued me. For vertue cannot so innocculate our old stocke, but we shall rellish of it. I loued you not
Ophe. I was the more deceiued
Ham. Get thee to a Nunnerie. Why would"st thou be a breeder of Sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my Mother had not borne me. I am very prowd, reuengefull, Ambitious, with more offences at my becke, then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination, to giue them shape, or time to acte them in. What should such Fellowes as I do, crawling betweene Heauen and Earth.
We are arrant Knaues all, beleeue none of vs. Goe thy wayes to a Nunnery. Where"s your Father?
Ophe. At home, my Lord
Ham. Let the doores be shut vpon him, that he may play the Foole no way, but in"s owne house. Farewell
Ophe. O helpe him, you sweet Heauens
Ham. If thou doest Marry, Ile giue thee this Plague for thy Dowrie. Be thou as chast as Ice, as pure as Snow, thou shalt not escape Calumny. Get thee to a Nunnery.
Go, Farewell. 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. Farwell
Ophe. O heauenly Powers, restore him
Ham. I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough.
G.o.d has giuen you one pace, and you make your selfe another: you gidge, you amble, and you lispe, and nickname G.o.ds creatures, and make your Wantonnesse, your Ignorance.
Go too, Ile no more on"t, it hath made me mad.
I say, we will haue no more Marriages. Those that are married already, all but one shall liue, the rest shall keep as they are. To a Nunnery, go.
Exit Hamlet.
Ophe. O what a n.o.ble minde is heere o"re-throwne?
The Courtiers, Soldiers, Schollers: Eye, tongue, sword, Th" expectansie and Rose of the faire State, The gla.s.se of Fashion, and the mould of Forme, Th" obseru"d of all Obseruers, quite, quite downe.
Haue I of Ladies most deiect and wretched, That suck"d the Honie of his Musicke Vowes: Now see that n.o.ble, and most Soueraigne Reason, Like sweet Bels iangled out of tune, and harsh, That vnmatch"d Forme and Feature of blowne youth, Blasted with extasie. Oh woe is me, T"haue seene what I haue seene: see what I see.
Enter King, and Polonius.
King. Loue? His affections do not that way tend, Nor what he spake, though it lack"d Forme a little, Was not like Madnesse. There"s something in his soule?
O"re which his Melancholly sits on brood, And I do doubt the hatch, and the disclose Will be some danger, which to preuent I haue in quicke determination Thus set it downe. He shall with speed to England For the demand of our neglected Tribute: Haply the Seas and Countries different With variable Obiects, shall expell This something setled matter in his heart: Whereon his Braines still beating, puts him thus From fashion of himselfe. What thinke you on"t?
Pol. It shall do well. But yet do I beleeue The Origin and Commencement of this greefe Sprung from neglected loue. How now Ophelia?
You neede not tell vs, what Lord Hamlet saide, We heard it all. My Lord, do as you please, But if you hold it fit after the Play, Let his Queene Mother all alone intreat him To shew his Greefes: let her be round with him, And Ile be plac"d so, please you in the eare Of all their Conference. If she finde him not, To England send him: Or confine him where Your wisedome best shall thinke
King. It shall be so: Madnesse in great Ones, must not vnwatch"d go.
Exeunt.
Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players.
Ham. Speake the Speech I pray you, as I p.r.o.nounc"d it to you trippingly on the Tongue: But if you mouth it, as many of your Players do, I had as liue the Town-Cryer had spoke my Lines: Nor do not saw the Ayre too much your hand thus, but vse all gently; for in the verie Torrent, Tempest, and (as I say) the Whirle-winde of Pa.s.sion, you must acquire and beget a Temperance that may giue it Smoothnesse. O it offends mee to the Soule, to see a robustious Pery-wig-pated Fellow, teare a Pa.s.sion to tatters, to verie ragges, to split the eares of the Groundlings: who (for the most part) are capeable of nothing, but inexplicable dumbe shewes, & noise: I could haue such a Fellow whipt for o"re-doing Termagant: it outHerod"s Herod. Pray you auoid it
Player. I warrant your Honor
Ham. Be not too tame neyther: but let your owne Discretion be your Tutor. Sute the Action to the Word, the Word to the Action, with this speciall obseruance: That you ore-stop not the modestie of Nature; for any thing so ouer-done, is fro[m] the purpose of Playing, whose end both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as "twer the Mirrour vp to Nature; to shew Vertue her owne Feature, Scorne her owne Image, and the verie Age and Bodie of the Time, his forme and pressure. Now, this ouer-done, or come tardie off, though it make the vnskilfull laugh, cannot but make the Iudicious greeue; The censure of the which One, must in your allowance o"reway a whole Theater of Others. Oh, there bee Players that I haue seene Play, and heard others praise, and that highly (not to speake it prophanely) that neyther hauing the accent of Christians, nor the gate of Christian, Pagan, or Norman, haue so strutted and bellowed, that I haue thought some of Natures Iouerney-men had made men, and not made them well, they imitated Humanity so abhominably
Play. I hope we haue reform"d that indifferently with vs, Sir
Ham. O reforme it altogether. And let those that play your Clownes, speake no more then is set downe for them. For there be of them, that will themselues laugh, to set on some quant.i.tie of barren Spectators to laugh too, though in the meane time, some necessary Question of the Play be then to be considered: that"s Villanous, & shewes a most pittifull Ambition in the Foole that vses it. Go make you readie.
Exit Players.
Enter Polonius, Rosincrance, and Guildensterne.
How now my Lord, Will the King heare this peece of Worke?
Pol. And the Queene too, and that presently
Ham. Bid the Players make hast.
Exit Polonius.
Will you two helpe to hasten them?
Both. We will my Lord.
Exeunt.
Enter Horatio.
Ham. What hoa, Horatio?
Hora. Heere sweet Lord, at your Seruice
Ham. Horatio, thou art eene as iust a man As ere my Conuersation coap"d withall
Hora. O my deere Lord
Ham. Nay, do not thinke I flatter: For what aduancement may I hope from thee, That no Reuennew hast, but thy good spirits To feed & cloath thee. Why shold the poor be flatter"d?
No, let the Candied tongue, like absurd pompe, And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee, Where thrift may follow faining? Dost thou heare, Since my deere Soule was Mistris of my choyse, And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal"d thee for her selfe. For thou hast bene As one in suffering all, that suffers nothing.
A man that Fortunes buffets, and Rewards Hath "tane with equall Thankes. And blest are those, Whose Blood and Iudgement are so well co-mingled, That they are not a Pipe for Fortunes finger.
To sound what stop she please. Giue me that man, That is not Pa.s.sions Slaue, and I will weare him In my hearts Core. I, in my Heart of heart, As I do thee. Something too much of this.
There is a Play to night to before the King.
One Scoene of it comes neere the Circ.u.mstance Which I haue told thee, of my Fathers death.
I prythee, when thou see"st that Acte a-foot, Euen with the verie Comment of my Soule Obserue mine Vnkle: If his occulted guilt, Do not it selfe vnkennell in one speech, It is a d.a.m.ned Ghost that we haue seene: And my Imaginations are as foule As Vulcans Stythe. Giue him needfull note, For I mine eyes will riuet to his Face: And after we will both our iudgements ioyne, To censure of his seeming
Hora. Well my Lord.
If he steale ought the whil"st this Play is Playing, And scape detecting, I will pay the Theft.