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Hamlet

Act III, Scene 1

A room in the castle.
 
[Enter CLAUDIUS, GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN]
 
CLAUDIUS
           ,              ,   ,         ,        ,
      And can | you by / no drift | of cir|cumstance
       ,      2       ,         ,   ,             ,
      Get from him | why he | puts on / this con|fusion:
       ,     2       ,        ,          ,        ,
      Grating so | harshly | all his | days of | quiet
            ,      ,         ,    2     ,    ,
      With tur|bulent | and dang|erous lun|acy.
 
ROSENCRANTZ
           ,         ,         ,         ,          ,       ->
      He does | confess | he feels | himself | distract||ed,
       ,      ,           ,     2           ,           ,
      But | from what | cause he will | by no | means^speak.
 
GUILDENSTERN
       ,    2       ,         ,         ,        ,
      Nor do we | find him | forward | to be | sounded,
       ,             ,      ,         ,        ,
      But with | a craf|ty mad|ness keeps | aloof:
        ,    2          ,          ,        ,       ,
      When we would | bring him | on to | some con|fession
                 ,    ,
      Of his / true state.
 
GERTRUDE
                           ,           ,           ,
                          Did he | receive | you well?
 
ROSENCRANTZ
        T    T  .   T     .
      Most like a gent|leman. \\
 
GUILDENSTERN
       ,           ,    ,        2       ,     ,
      But with | much forc/ing of his | dispo|sition.
 
ROSENCRANTZ
       ,             ,         ,        ,        ,
      Niggard | of ques|tion, but | of our | demands
             ,        ,       ,
      Most^free | in his | reply.  \\
 
GERTRUDE
       ,         ,       ,       ,      ,
      Did you | assay | him to | any | pastime*?
 
ROSENCRANTZ
       ,          ,         ,          ,          x
      Madam,| it so | fell^out,| that cert|ain players
          ,       ,      2       ,          ,          ,
      We ore-| wrought on the | way: of | these we | told him,
            ,           ,        ,        ,        ,
      And there | did seem | in him | a kind | of joy
           ,        ,         ,       ,          ,
      To hear | of it:| they are | about | the court,
            ,       ,       ,      2    ,       ,
      And (as | I think)| they have al|ready | order
             ,          ,        ,
      This night | to play | before | him.
 
POLONIUS
                                            ,           ,
                                          'Tis | most^true:
           ,        ,          ,       ,           ,      ,   ->
      And he | beseeched | me to | entreat | your maj||esties
           ,         ,         ,       o
      To hear | and see | the mat|ter.
 
CLAUDIUS
            ,         ,          ,          ,         ,       2->
      With all | my heart,| and it | doth much | content || me
           ,         ,        ,       ,    ,
      To hear | him so | inclined.| Good gent/lemen,
        ,            ,        ,          ,          ,         , ->
      Give him | a furth|er edge,| and drive | his pur||pose on
           ,          ,
      To these | delights.
 
ROSENCRANTZ
                                ,          ,
                           We shall | my lord.
 
[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]
 
CLAUDIUS
              ,    T     T    .  T
      Sweet* Gert|rude leave us too, \\
       ,    2         ,         ,         ,        ,
      For we have | closely | sent for | Hamlet | hither,
            ,         ,         ,     ,          ,
      That he,| as 'twere | by ac|cident,| may here
          ,      ,           ,             ,    ,      ,
      Affront Ophelia. Her father, and myself (lawful espials) ????
            ,       ,          ,           ,     2    ,
      Will so | bestow | ourselves,| that see|ing unseen
          ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      We may | of their | encount|er frank|ly judge,
            ,      ,         ,       ,       ,
      And gath|er by | him, as | he is | behaved,
        2    ,      2    ,        ,         ,        ,
      If it be | the afflic|tion of | his love,| or no,
             ,        ,        ,
      That thus | he suf|fers for.
 
GERTRUDE
                                   ,      2   ,
                                   I shall o|bey you,
           ,           ,       ,  2   ,        ,
      And for | your part | Ophel|ia, I | do wish
             ,            ,        ,        ,       ,
      That your | good* beaut|ies be | the hap|py cause
          ,          ,         ,        2    ,          ,       2->
      Of Ham|let's wild|ness: so | shall I hope | your vir||tues
             ,          ,         ,      ,       ,
      Will bring | him to | his wont|ed way | again,
           ,          ,
      To both | your hon|ors.
 
OPHELIA
                               ,     2    ,        ,
                              mad|am, I wish | it may.
 
[Exit GERTRUDE]
 
POLONIUS
         ,  2     ,          ,      ,              ,          ->
      Ophel|ia, walk | you here.| Gracious | so please || ye
       ,       2    ,          ,           ,          ,
      We | will bestow | ourselves:| Read^on | this book,
             ,         ,        ,     ,         ,     2->
      That show | of such | an ex|ercise | may col||or
             ,      ,      2     ,         ,          ,
      Your lone|liness.| We are oft | to blame | in this,
            ,            ,       ,      2    ,          ,
      'Tis too | much^proved,| that with de|votion's | visage,
           ,      ,        ,       ,      ,
      And pi|ous act|ion, we | do sug|ar ore
            x          ,
      The devil | himself.
 
CLAUDIUS
                            T   T    T
                           Oh 'tis true:
      <-      ,          ,            ,           ,         ,       ,
        How smart || a lash | that speech | doth give | my con|science?
           ,          ,       ,               ,     2    ,
      The har|lot's cheek | beautied | with plast|ering art
          ,          ,     ,         ,               x
      Is not | more ug|ly to | the thing | that helps it,
            ,        ,              ,    ,        ,
      Than is | my deed,| to my / most paint|ed word.
      _    ,       ,
      O | heavy | burden!  \\
 
POLONIUS
          ,         ,         ,           ,         ,
      I hear | him com|ing, let's | withdraw | my lord.
 
[Exeunt CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS. Enter HAMLET]
 
HAMLET
          ,       ,        ,     ,    2        ,
      To be,| or not | to be,| that is the | question:
       ,             ,       ,         ,          x
      Whether |'tis nob|ler in | the mind | to suffer
             ,          ,     3  3    ,        ,
      The slings | and ar|rows of outra|geous for|tune,
      <-  ,         ,      ,       ,        ,         ,
         Or || to take | arms a|gainst a | sea of | troubles,
       ,    2    ,        ,             ,         ,
      And by op|posing | end them:| To die,| to sleep
       T   T    .   T       ,         ,        ,
      No more; and by | a sleep,| to say | we end
            ,     ,               ,        ,   2      ,
      The heart|ache, and | the thous|and na|tural shocks
             ,          ,     ,      2     ,      ,
      That flesh | is heir | to? 'Tis a | consum|mation
          ,      ,         ,         ,         ,
      Devout|ly to | be wished.| To die | to sleep,
           ,           ,          ,      T     T      .   T
      To sleep,| perchance | to dream;| Aye, there's the rub,
           ,          ,          ,             ,           ,
      For in | that sleep | of death,| what dreams | may come,
            ,          ,        ,          ,        ,
      When we | have shuf|fled off | this mort|al coil,
        T     Tx     T     oo      ,              ,
      Must give us pause.|    | there's the | respect
             ,        ,             ,   ,    ,
      That makes | calam|ity of // so long life:
           ,            ,          ,            ,          ,
      For who | would bear | the whips | and scorns | of time,
         2    ,          ,           ,       ,         ,
      The oppres|sor's wrong,| the proud | man's con|tumely,
            ,              ,     ,          ,       ,
      The pangs | of de/spised love,| the law's | delay,
           ,     ,         ,        ,           ,
      The in|solence | of of|fice, and | the spurns
            ,        ,      ,      2   ,        ,
      That pa|tient mer|it of | the unworth|y takes,
            ,        ,      ,          ,         ,
      When he | himself | might his | quie|tus make
          2    ,     ,              ,             ,        ,
      With a bare | bodkin? | Who would | these fard|els bear
           ,           ,      ,         ,       ,
      To grunt | and sweat | under | a wea|ry life,
            ,          ,          ,         ,       ,
      But that | the dread | of some|thing aft|er death,
           ,     ,         ,               ,     ,
      The un|discov|ered count|ry from / whose bourn
       ,  ,               ,      ,              ,
      No trav/eller | returns,| puzzles | the will,
            ,         ,        ,            ,         ,
      And makes | us rath|er bear | those ills | we have,
            ,        ,        ,         ,         ,
      Than fly | to oth|ers that | we know | not of.
            ,            ,          ,        ,       ,
      Thus con|science does | make cow|ards of | us all,
            ,         ,       ,        ,    ,      2->
      And thus | the nat|ive hue | of res|olu||tion
           ,        ,                 ,    ,          ,
      Is sick|lied ore,| with the / pale cast | of thought,
           ,     ,     2     ,       ,         ,
      And ent|erpri|ses of great | pith and | moment,
             ,        ,           ,          ,       ,
      With this | regard | their cur|rents turn | away,
            ,          ,        ,         ,         ,
      And lose | the name | of ac|tion. Soft | you now,
            ,       ,  2     ,         ,      ,      2->
      The fair | Ophel|ia? Nymph,| in thy | oris||ons
          ,         ,       ,
      Be all | my sins | remem|bered.
 
OPHELIA
                                       ,         ,
                                     Good | my lord,
            ,          ,      ,          ,   2   ,
      How does | your hon|or for | this ma|ny a day?
 
HAMLET
         ,        ,            ,     __     __
      I hum|bly thank | you; well,| well,| well.
 
OPHELIA
           ,        ,       ,       ,         ,
      My lord,| I have | remem|brances | of yours,
           ,           ,       ,        ,     ,
      That I | have longed | long to | re-de|liver.
          ,         ,        ,
      I pray | you now,| receive | them.   \\
 
HAMLET
      __   __      ,       ,          ,
      No,| no,| I nev|er gave | you aught.
 
OPHELIA
          ,         ,          ,            ,         ,
      My hon|ored lord,| you know | right^well | you did,
            ,           ,      .  T   T      T          ,
      And with | them words | of so sweet breath | composed,
           ,           ,            ,          ,         ,
      As made | the things | more^rich,| then per|fume left:
        T    T   .  T         ,        ,       ,    oo
      Take these again,| for to | the nob|le mind |
        T    T    T      ,           ,         T    T  T
      Rich gifts wax | poor, when | givers | prove unkind.  (hex with prev)
 
There my lord.
 
HAMLET
Ha, ha: are you honest?
 
OPHELIA
My lord.
 
HAMLET
Are you fair?
 
OPHELIA
What means your lordship?
 
HAMLET
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
 
OPHELIA
Could beauty my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
 
HAMLET
Aye 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 sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
 
OPHELIA
Indeed my lord, you made me believe so.
 
HAMLET
You should not have believed me. For virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.
 
OPHELIA
I was the more deceived.
 
HAMLET
Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a 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 offenses at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in imagination, to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do, crawling between heaven and earth. We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?
 
OPHELIA
At home, my lord.
 
HAMLET
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no way, but in his own house. Farewell.
 
OPHELIA
O help him, you sweet heavens.
 
HAMLET
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. be thou as chaste 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. Farewell.
 
OPHELIA
O heavenly powers, restore him.
 
HAMLET
I have heard of your prattlings too well enough. God has given you one pace, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonness, your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on it, it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one shall live, the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
 
[Exit]
 
OPHELIA
      ,     2     ,        ,         ,         ,
      O what a | noble | mind is | here ore|thrown?
      <-         ,   2       ,           ,           T      T      T
        The || courtier's,| soldier's,| scholar's:| eye, tongue, sword,
         2   ,      ,         ,               ,    ,
      The expect|ancy | and rose | of the / fair state,
            ,          ,        ,          ,         ,
      The glass | of fash|ion, and | the mold | of form,
               ,         ,       ,          ,             ,
      The observed | of all | observ|ers, quite,| quite^down.
        ,   2      ,         ,       ,          ,
      Have I of | ladies | most de|ject and | wretched,
              ,         ,      ,        ,       ,
      That sucked |the hon|ey of | his mus|ic vows:
           ,           x           ,      ,          ,
      Now see | that noble,| and most | sovereign | reason,
        T    T     T      ,           2     ,          ,
      Like sweet bells | jangled | out of tune,| and harsh,
            ,    T      T   .   T              ,     ,
      That un|matched form and fea|ture of / blown youth,
        ,             ,     ,       ,        ,
      Blasted | with ec|stasy.| Oh woe | is me,
        2       ,         ,          ,     ,            ,
      To have seen | what I | have seen:| see what | I see.
 
[Enter CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS]
 
CLAUDIUS
        ,            ,       2    ,      T   T    T
      Love? his | affec|tions do not | that way tend,
       ,              ,           2      ,       ,       ,
      Nor what | he spake,| though it lacked | form a | little,
           ,          ,           ,        ,           2      ,
      Was not | like mad|ness. There's | something | in his soul?
            ,          ,      ,      ,         ,
      Ore which | his mel|ancho|ly sits | on brood,
          ,        ,           ,                ,   ,
      And I | do doubt | the hatch,| and the / disclose
            ,          ,        ,      ,            ,
      Will be | some dang|er, which | for to | prevent
          ,         ,        ,     ,   ,
      I have | in quick | deter|mina|tion
              x       ,          ,            ,         ,
      Thus set it | down. He | shall with | speed to | England
       ,     2     ,        ,       ,         ,
      For the de|mand of | our ne|glected | tribute:
       ,            ,          ,         ,      ,
      Haply | the seas | and count|ries dif|ferent
            ,   ,      ,           ,        ,
      With var|ia|ble ob|jects*, shall | expel
             ,         ,        ,       ,         ,
      This some|thing-set|tled mat|ter in | his heart:
            ,          ,            ,          ,          ,
      Whereon | his brains | still beat|ing, puts | him thus
             ,       ,        ,           ,           x
      From fash|ion of | himself.| What think | you on it?
 
POLONIUS
           ,          ,         ,       ,       ,
      It shall | do well.| but yet | do I | believe
           ,   ,       2     ,         ,         ,
      The or|igin | and commence|ment of | his grief
         ,       2     ,         ,          ,     ,  2
      Sprung from ne|glected | love. How | now O|phelia?
            ,          ,                 ,   ,        ,
      You need | not tell | us, what / Lord Ham|let said,
           ,         ,         ,     ,             ,
      We heard | it all.| My lord,| do as | you please,
           ,         ,        ,     ,            ,
      But if | you hold | it fit | after | the play,
         2      ,      ,        ,      ,       ,
      Let his queen | mother | all a|lone en|treat him
           ,          ,      ,             ,           ,
      To show | his grief:| let her | be round | with him,
            ,          ,      ,     ,                   ,
      And I'll | be placed | so, please / you in | the ear
          ,            ,    2      ,         ,         ,
      Of all | their conf|erence. If | she find | him not,
          ,         ,          ,        ,          ,
      To Eng|land send | him: or | confine | him where
            ,        ,            ,
      Your wis|dom best | shall think.
 
CLAUDIUS
                                           ,         ,
                                      It shall | be so:
       ,     2       ,     ,               T   T     T
      Madness in | great ones,/ must not^|unwatched go.

[Exeunt]

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