ACT 1
Scene 2
...him most convenient.
Flourish. Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, the Council, as Polonius, and his son Laertes, Hamlet, with others, among them Voltemand and Cornelius.
...in the sun.
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not forever with thy vailèd lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
Thou know’st ’tis common; all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
...it is common.
If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?
...and our son.
Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
I pray thee, stay with us. Go not to Wittenberg.
...thunder. Come away.
Flourish. All but Hamlet exit.
ACT 2
Scene 2
...utter love. Come.
Flourish. Enter King and Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern and Attendants.
...within our remedy.
Good gentlemen, he hath much talked of you,
And sure I am two men there is not living
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
To show us so much gentry and goodwill
As to expend your time with us awhile
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your visitation shall receive such thanks
As fits a king’s remembrance.
...and gentle Guildenstern.
Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.
And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changèd son.—Go, some of you,
And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
...helpful to him!
Ay, amen!
...your son’s distemper.
I doubt it is no other but the main—
His father’s death and our o’erhasty marriage.
...let that go.
More matter with less art.
...bosom, these, etc.—
Came this from Hamlet to her?
...think ’tis this?
It may be, very like.
...in the lobby.
So he does indeed.
...on a book.
But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
...give me leave.
King and Queen exit with Attendants.
ACT 3
Scene 1
...of the King.
Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Lords.
...his true state.
Did he receive you well?
...in his reply.
Did you assay him to any pastime?
...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 honors.
...wish it may.
Queen exits.
Scene 2
...you a place.
Enter Trumpets and Kettle Drums. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and other Lords attendant with the King’s guard carrying torches.
...upon your patience.
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
...you this play?
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
...with false fire?
How fares my lord?
...Lights, lights, lights!
All but Hamlet and Horatio exit.
Scene 4
...to heaven go.
Enter Queen and Polonius.
...Mother, mother, mother!
I’ll warrant you. Fear me not. Withdraw,
I hear him coming.
...what’s the matter?
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
...father much offended.
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
...a wicked tongue.
Why, how now, Hamlet?
...the matter now?
Have you forgot me?
...are my mother.
Nay, then I’ll set those to you that can speak.
...part of you.
What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
Help, ho!
...I am slain!
O me, what hast thou done?
...it the King?
O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
...with his brother.
As kill a king?
...bulwark against sense.
What have I done, that thou dar’st wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?
...at the act.
Ay me, what act
That roars so loud and thunders in the index?
...reason panders will.
O Hamlet, speak no more!
Thou turn’st my eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grainèd spots
As will not leave their tinct.
...the nasty sty!
O, speak to me no more!
These words like daggers enter in my ears.
No more, sweet Hamlet!
...in his pocket—
No more!
...gracious figure?
Alas, he’s mad.
...with you, lady?
Alas, how is ’t with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy
And with th’ incorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,
And, as the sleeping soldiers in th’ alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
Start up and stand an end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look?
...perchance for blood.
To whom do you speak this?
...see nothing there?
Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
...you nothing hear?
No, nothing but ourselves.
...at the portal!
This is the very coinage of your brain.
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.
...do him good.
O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain!
...more, good lady.
What shall I do?
...own neck down.
Be thou assured, if words be made of breath
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
...you know that.
Alack,
I had forgot! ’Tis so concluded on.
...Good night, mother.
They exit, Hamlet tugging in Polonius.
ACT 4
Scene 1
Enter King and Queen, with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
...is your son?
Bestow this place on us a little while.
Ah, mine own lord, what have I seen tonight!
...How does Hamlet?
Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries “A rat, a rat,”
And in this brainish apprehension kills
The unseen good old man.
...is he gone?
To draw apart the body he hath killed,
O’er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.
...discord and dismay.
They exit.
Scene 5
...be nothing worth!
Enter Horatio, Queen, and a Gentleman.
I will not speak with her.
...needs be pitied.
What would she have?
...in ill-breeding minds.
Let her come in.
Aside.
To my sick soul (as sin’s true nature is),
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
...Majesty of Denmark?
How now, Ophelia?
...his sandal shoon.
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
...stone. Oh, ho!
Nay, but Ophelia—
... Enter King.
Alas, look here, my lord.
...A noise within.
Alack, what noise is this?
...A noise within.
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry.
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
...me my father!
Calmly, good Laertes.
...my father? Dead.
But not by him.
...go with me.
They exit.
Scene 7
...what noise?
Enter Queen.
One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,
So fast they follow. Your sister’s drowned, Laertes.
...Drowned? O, where?
There is a willow grows askant the brook
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
Therewith fantastic garlands did she make
Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do “dead men’s fingers” call them.
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clamb’ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And mermaid-like awhile they bore her up,
Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds,
As one incapable of her own distress
Or like a creature native and endued
Unto that element. But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
...she is drowned.
Drowned, drowned.
...Therefore, let’s follow.
They exit.
ACT 5
Scene 1
...the winter’s flaw!
Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords attendant, and the corpse of Ophelia, with a Doctor of Divinity.
...the fair Ophelia?
Sweets to the sweet, farewell! She scatters flowers.
I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife;
I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid,
And not have strewed thy grave.
...Pluck them asunder.
Hamlet! Hamlet!
...no longer wag!
O my son, what theme?
...is mad, Laertes!
For love of God, forbear him.
...well as thou.
This is mere madness;
And thus awhile the fit will work on him.
Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
...our proceeding be.
They exit.
Scene 2
...betimes? Let be.
A table prepared. Enter Trumpets, Drums, and Officers with cushions, King, Queen, Osric, and all the state, foils, daggers, flagons of wine, and Laertes.
...son shall win.
He’s fat and scant of breath.—
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin; rub thy brows.
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
She lifts the cup.
...do not drink.
I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me.
She drinks.
...madam—by and by.
Come, let me wipe thy face.
...Nay, come again.
The Queen falls.
...see them bleed.
No, no, the drink, the drink! O, my dear Hamlet!
The drink, the drink! I am poisoned.
She dies.