Act Three Scene One
A2S2>>> of the King.
Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencranz, Guildenstern, and Lords.
A2S2--- of the King.
And can you by no drift of circumstance
Get from him why he puts on this Confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy?
--- and dangerous Lunacy?
He does confess he feels himself distracted,
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
--- no means speak.
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded
But with a crafty Madness keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some Confession
Of his true state.
--- his true state.
Did he receive you well?
--- receive you well?
Most like a Gentleman.
--- like a Gentleman.
But with much forcing of his disposition.
--- of his disposition.
Niggard of question, but of our demands
Most free in his reply.
--- in his reply.
Did you assay him to any pastime?
--- to any pastime?
Madam, it so fell out that certain Players
We o'er-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
And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.
--- play before him.
'Tis most true:
And he beseeched me to entreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.
--- see the matter.
With all my heart, and it doth much content me
To hear him so inclined.
Good Gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
--- to these delights.
We shall, my Lord.
>>> shall, my Lord.
Exeunt Rosencranz and Guildenstern.
--- shall my Lord.
Sweet Gertrude, leave us two,
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia. Her Father and myself -
Will so bestow ourselves, that seeing unseen
We may of their encounter frankly judge
And gather by him as he is behaved
If't be th' affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.
--- he suffers for.
I shall obey you,
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good Beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I hope your Virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your Honours.
--- both your Honours.
Madam, I wish it may.
>>> wish it may.
--- wish it may.
Ophelia, walk you here. - Gracious, so please ye,
We will bestow ourselves. - Read on this book,
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this -
'Tis too much proved that with Devotion's visage,
And pious Action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
--- The devil himself.
Oh 'tis true:
How smart a lash that speech doth give my Conscience!
The Harlot's Cheek beautied with plastering Art
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word.
Oh heavy burden!
--- Oh heavy burden!
I hear him coming - let's withdraw my Lord.
>>> withdraw my Lord.
Exeunt Polonius and King.
--- withdraw my Lord.
To be, or not to be - that is the Question;
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles
And by opposing end them; to die: to sleep -
No more, and by a sleep to say we end
The Heartache and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir too: 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished - To die: to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to Dream - ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the poor man's Contumely,
The pangs of disprized Love, the Law's delay,
The insolence of Office and the Spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin. Who would these Fardels bear
To grunt and sweat under a weary life
But that the dread of something after death
(The undiscovered Country, from whose Bourn
No Traveller returns) puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all -
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
--- my sins remembered.
Good my Lord,
How does your Honour for this many a day?
--- many a day?
I humbly thank you, well, well, well.
--- well, well, well.
My Lord, I have Remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver.
I pray you now receive them.
--- now receive them.
No, no, I never gave you ought.
--- gave you ought.
My Honoured Lord, I know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich than perfume left.
Take these again, for to the Noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my Lord.
--- There my Lord.
Ha, ha! Are you honest?
--- Are you honest?
--- My Lord.
Are you fair?
--- Are you fair?
What means your Lordship?
--- means your Lordship?
That if you be honest and fair, your Honesty should admit no discourse to your Beauty.
--- to your Beauty.
Could Beauty, my Lord, have better Commerce than with Honesty?
--- than your Honesty?
Ay, truly. For the power of Beauty will sooner transform Honesty from what 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.
--- love you once.
Indeed, my Lord, you made me believe so.
--- me believe so.
You should not have believed me. For virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.
--- loved you not.
I was the more deceived.
--- the more deceived.
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 offences 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?
--- Where's your Father?
At home, my Lord.
--- home, my Lord.
Let the doors be shut upon him that he may play the Fool no way, but in's own house. Farewell.
--- own house. Farewell.
O help him, you sweet Heavens.
--- you sweet Heavens.
If thou doest 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.
--- quickly too. Farewell.
O heavenly Powers, restore him.
--- Powers, restore him.
I have heard of your prattlings too well enough. God has given you one face and you make yourself another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your Wantonness Ignorance. Go to, I'll no more do't. 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!
>>> a Nunnery, go.
--- a Nunnery, go.
O, what a Noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The Courtier's, Soldier's, Scholar's Eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and Rose of the fair State,
The glass of Fashion and the mould of Form,
Th' observed of all Observers, quite, quite down.
And I, of Ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the Honey of his Music Vows,
Now see that Noble and most Sovereign Reason,
Like sweet Bells jangled out of time and harsh -
That unmatched Form and Feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy. Oh woe is me,
T'have seen what I have seen, see what I see.
>>> what I see.
Enter King, and Polonius.
--- what I see.
Love! His affections do not that way tend.
Nor what he spake, though it lacked Form a little,
Was not like Madness. There's something in his soul
O'er which his Melancholy sits on brood
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger - which to prevent
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down. He shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected Tribute.
Haply the Seas and Countries different
With variable Objects shall expel
This something settled matter in his heart:
Whereon his Brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
--- think you on't?
It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The Origin and Commencement of this grief
Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia?
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said -
We heard it all. My Lord, do as you please,
But if you hold it fit after the Play,
Let his Queen-Mother all alone entreat him
To show his Griefs. Let her be round with him,
And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear
Of all their Conference. If she find him not,
To England send him or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
--- best shall think.
It shall be so:
Madness in great Ones must not unwatched go.
>>> not unwatched go.
Exeunt King, Polonius, Ophelia.