But you shall hear. Thus: [Reads.]
"In her excellent white bosom, these, &c."
Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her?
Pol. Good madam, stay awhile. I will be faithful. [Reads.]
"Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
"O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
"Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, HAMLET."
This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me; And more above, hath his solicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear.
King. But how hath she Receiv"d his love?
Pol. What do you think of me?
King. As of a man faithful and honourable.
Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing (As I perceiv"d it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me), what might you, Or my dear Majesty your queen here, think, If I had play"d the desk or table book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Or look"d upon this love with idle sight?
What might you think? No, I went round to work And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: "Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star.
This must not be." And then I prescripts gave her, That she should lock herself from his resort, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
Which done, she took the fruits of my advice, And he, repulsed, a short tale to make, Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves, And all we mourn for.
King. Do you think "tis this?
Queen. it may be, very like.
Pol. Hath there been such a time- I would fain know that- That I have Positively said ""Tis so,"
When it prov"d otherwise.?
King. Not that I know.
Pol. [points to his head and shoulder] Take this from this, if this be otherwise.
If circ.u.mstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre.
King. How may we try it further?
Pol. You know sometimes he walks four hours together Here in the lobby.
Queen. So he does indeed.
Pol. At such a time I"ll loose my daughter to him.
Be you and I behind an arras then.
Mark the encounter. If he love her not, And he not from his reason fall"n thereon Let me be no a.s.sistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters.
King. We will try it.
Enter Hamlet, reading on a book.
Queen. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away I"ll board him presently. O, give me leave.
Exeunt King and Queen, [with Attendants].
How does my good Lord Hamlet?
Ham. Well, G.o.d-a-mercy.
Pol. Do you know me, my lord?
Ham. Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
Pol. Not I, my lord.
Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
Pol. Honest, my lord?
Ham. Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man pick"d out of ten thousand.
Pol. That"s very true, my lord.
Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a G.o.d kissing carrion- Have you a daughter?
Pol. I have, my lord.
Ham. Let her not walk i" th" sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to"t.
Pol. [aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter. Yet he knew me not at first. He said I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone! And truly in my youth I suff"red much extremity for love- very near this. I"ll speak to him again.- What do you read, my lord?
Ham. Words, words, words.
Pol. What is the matter, my lord?
Ham. Between who?
Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
Ham. Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward.
Pol. [aside] Though this be madness, yet there is a method in"t.- Will You walk out of the air, my lord?
Ham. Into my grave?
Pol. Indeed, that is out o" th" air. [Aside] How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness. .h.i.ts on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.- My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.
Ham. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my life,
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Pol. Fare you well, my lord.
Ham. These tedious old fools!
Pol. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet. There he is.
Ros. [to Polonius] G.o.d save you, sir!
Exit [Polonius].
Guil. My honour"d lord!
Ros. My most dear lord!
Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth.
Guil. Happy in that we are not over-happy.
On Fortune"s cap we are not the very b.u.t.ton.
Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe?
Ros. Neither, my lord.
Ham. Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours?
Guil. Faith, her privates we.
Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a strumpet. What news ?
Ros. None, my lord, but that the world"s grown honest.
Ham. Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me question more in particular. What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison hither?
Guil. Prison, my lord?
Ham. Denmark"s a prison.
Ros. Then is the world one.
Ham. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o" th" worst.
Ros. We think not so, my lord.
Ham. Why, then "tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one. "Tis too narrow for your mind.
Ham. O G.o.d, I could be bounded in a nutsh.e.l.l and count myself a king of infinite s.p.a.ce, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Guil. Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow.
Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow"s shadow.
Ham. Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch"d heroes the beggars" shadows. Shall we to th" court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason.
Both. We"ll wait upon you.
Ham. No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
Ros. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.
Ham. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me. Come, come! Nay, speak.
Guil. What should we say, my lord?
Ham. Why, anything- but to th" purpose. You were sent for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to colour. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you.
Ros. To what end, my lord?
Ham. That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no.