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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Tragedy of Hamlet Prince of Denmark.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
Act III
 
Scene I
 
 
[A room in the castle]
Enter KING, QUEEN, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTREN

  King.  And can you, by no drift of circumstance, 1
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?        4
  Ros.  He does confess he feels himself distracted;
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
  Guil.  Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof        8
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.
  Queen.        Did he receive you well?
  Ros.  Most like a gentleman.        12
  Guil.  But with much forcing of his disposition.
  Ros.  Niggard of question; but, of our demands,
Most free in his reply.
  Queen.        Did you assay him        16
To any pastime?
  Ros.  Madam, it so fell out, that certain players
We o’er-raught 2 on the way; of these we told him,
And there did seem in him a kind of joy        20
To hear of it. They are about the court,
And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.
  Pol.        ’Tis most true.        24
And he beseech’d me to entreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.
  King.  With all my heart; and it doth much content me
To hear him so inclin’d.        28
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
  Ros.  We shall, my lord.  Exeunt [ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.]
  King.        Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,        32
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as ’twere by accident, may here
Affront 3 Ophelia.
Her father and myself, lawful espials, 4        36
Will so bestow 5 ourselves that, seeing unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If ’t be the affliction of his love or no        40
That thus he suffers for.
  Queen.        I shall obey you.
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause        44
Of Hamlet’s wildness. So shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
  Oph.        Madam, I wish it may.  [Exit QUEEN.]        48
  Pol.  Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please ye,
We will bestow ourselves. [To OPHELIA.] Read on this book,
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,—        52
’Tis too much prov’d—that with devotion’s visage
And pious action we do sugar o’er
The devil himself.
  King.        O, ’tis true!        56
[Aside.]  How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plast’ring art,
Is not more ugly to 6 the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word.        60
O heavy burden!
  Pol.  I hear him coming. Let’s withdraw, my lord.  Exeunt [KING and POLONIUS.]
 
Enter HAMLET

  Ham.  To be, or not to be: that is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer        64
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        68
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ’Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die; to sleep;—
To sleep? Perchance to dream! Ay, there ’s the rub; 7        72
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffl’d off this mortal coil, 8
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.        76
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of dispriz’d 9 love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns        80
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus 10 make
With a bare bodkin? 11 Who would fardels 12 bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,        84
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn 13
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have        88
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, 14        92
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        96
Be all my sins rememb’red
  Oph.        Good my Lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?
  Ham.  I humbly thank you, well, well, well.        100
  Oph.  My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longed long to re-deliver.
I pray you, now receive them.
  Ham.        No, no;        104
I never gave you aught.
  Oph.  My honour’d lord, I know right well you did,
And, with them, words of so sweet breath compos’d
As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,        108
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
  Ham.  Ha ha! are you honest? 15        112
  Oph.  My lord!
  Ham.  Are you fair?
  Oph.  What means your lordship?
  Ham.  That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.        116
  Oph.  Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce 16 than with honesty?
  Ham.  Ay, 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.
  Oph.  Indeed, my lord you made me believe so.
  Ham.  You should not have believ’d me, for virtue cannot so inoculate 17 our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.        120
  Oph.  I was the more deceived.
  Ham.  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. Iam 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?
  Oph.  At home, my lord.
  Ham.  Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but in ’s own house. Farewell!        124
  Oph.  O, help him, you sweet heavens!
  Ham.  If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be though 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!
  Oph.  O heavenly powers, restore him!
  Ham.  I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God has given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp and nick-name God’s creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on ’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.  Exit.        128
  Oph.  O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,        132
The observ’d of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck’d the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,        136
Like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch’d form and feature of blown 18 youth
Blasted with ecstasy. 19 O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!        140
 
Re-enter KING and POLONIUS

  King.  Love! his affections do not that way tend;
Nor what he spake, though it lack’d form a little,
Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul
O’er which his melancholy sits on brood,        144
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose 20
Will be some danger; which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England        148
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,        152
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on’t?
  Pol.  It shall do well; but yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of this grief        156
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        160
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his griefs. Let her be round 21 with him,
And I’ll be plac’d, so please you, in the ear
Of all their conference. If she find him not,        164
To England send him, or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
  King.        It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go.  Exeunt.        168
 
Note 1. Indirect method. [back]
Note 2. Overtook. [back]
Note 3. Encounter. [back]
Note 4. Spies. [back]
Note 5. Place. [back]
Note 6. Compared to. [back]
Note 7. Impediment. [back]
Note 8. Turmoil of life. [back]
Note 9. Undervalued. [back]
Note 10. Acquittance. [back]
Note 11. Dagger. [back]
Note 12. Burdens. [back]
Note 13. Boundary. [back]
Note 14. Brooding, anxiety. [back]
Note 15. Chaste. [back]
Note 16. Intercourse. [back]
Note 17. Graft. [back]
Note 18. Full-blown. [back]
Note 19. Madness. [back]
Note 20. Breaking of the shell; outcome. [back]
Note 21. Direct. [back]
 

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