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