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We o'er-raught on the way; of these we told
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.


'Tis most true;

And he beseeched me to entreat your majesties

To hear and see the matter.

King. With all my heart; and it doth much con

tent me

To hear him so inclined

Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
Ros. We shall, my lord.


[Exeunt ROSEN. and GUIL. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;

For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia.

Her father and myself (lawful espials)
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 the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.




I shall obey you. —

And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish

40 That your good beauty 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 honors.


Madam, I wish it may.


Pol. Ophelia, walk you here.—Gracious, so please you,

We will bestow ourselves. [To OPHELIA] Read on

this book,

That show of such an exercise may color

Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,

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'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage

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And pious action we do sugar o'er

The devil himself.

50 King. [Aside] Oh, 'tis too 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.
O heavy burden!

Pol. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord.



Ham. 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,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, -'tis a consummation

to sleep,

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 proud man's contumely,
The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,



80 The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler 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!
90 The fair Ophelia ! — Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.



Good my lord,

How does your honor for this many a day?
Ham. I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of
That I have longèd long to re-deliver;

I pray you now, receive them.

Ham. No, not I; I never gave you aught.

Oph. My honored lord, I know right well you did;
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
100 As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
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 ?
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.

Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce 110 than with honesty?

Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is 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 believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you not.

Oph. I was the more deceived.

Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; 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


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