ACT 1
Scene 3

...men’s eyes.
Enter Laertes and Ophelia, his sister.

...hear from you.
Do you doubt that?

...minute, No more.
No more but so?

...none else near.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep
As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads
And recks not his own rede.

...said to you.
’Tis in my memory locked,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

...said to you?
So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.

...up the truth.
He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
Of his affection to me.

...you call them?
I do not know, my lord, what I should think.

...me a fool.
My lord, he hath importuned me with love
In honorable fashion—

...to, go to!
And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

...Come your ways.
I shall obey, my lord.
They exit.

ACT 2
Scene 1

...lord. Farewell.
Enter Ophelia.

...what’s the matter?
O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!

...name of God?
My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced,
No hat upon his head, his stockings fouled,
Ungartered, and down-gyvèd to his ankle,
Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
And with a look so piteous in purport
As if he had been loosèd out of hell
To speak of horrors—he comes before me.

...for thy love?
My lord, I do not know,
But truly I do fear it.

...What said he?
He took me by the wrist and held me hard.
Then goes he to the length of all his arm,
And, with his other hand thus o’er his brow,
He falls to such perusal of my face
As he would draw it. Long stayed he so.
At last, a little shaking of mine arm,
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being. That done, he lets me go,
And, with his head over his shoulder turned,
He seemed to find his way without his eyes,
For out o’ doors he went without their helps
And to the last bended their light on me.

...words of late?
No, my good lord, but as you did command
I did repel his letters and denied
His access to me.

...utter love. Come.
They exit.

ACT 3
Scene 1

...of the King.
Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Lords.

...both your honors.
Madam, I wish it may.

...my sins remembered.
Good my lord,
How does your Honor for this many a day?

...thank you, well.
My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longèd long to redeliver.
I pray you now receive them.

...gave you aught.
My honored lord, you know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
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.

...are you honest?
My lord?

...Are you fair?
What means your Lordship?

...to your beauty.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce
than with honesty?

...love you once.
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

...loved you not.
I was the more deceived.

...Where’s your father?
At home, my lord.

...own house. Farewell.
O, help him, you sweet heavens!

...quickly too. Farewell.
Heavenly powers, restore him!

...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 mold of form,
Th’ observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the honey of his musicked vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh;
That unmatched form and stature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me
T’ have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

...not unwatched go.
They exit.

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.

...in your lap?
No, my lord.

...upon your lap?
Ay, my lord.

...meant country matters?
I think nothing, my lord.

...between maids’ legs.
What is, my lord?

... Nothing.
You are merry, my lord.

... Who, I?
Ay, my lord.

...’s two hours.
Nay, ’tis twice two months, my lord.

...Dumb show follows.
What means this, my lord?

...It means mischief.
Belike this show imports the argument of the
play.

...they’ll tell all.
Will he tell us what this show meant?

...what it means.
You are naught, you are naught. I’ll mark the
play.

...of a ring?
’Tis brief, my lord.

...to the king.
You are as good as a chorus, my lord.

...the puppets dallying.
You are keen, my lord, you are keen.

...off mine edge.
Still better and worse.

...wife. Claudius rises.
The King rises.

...Lights, lights, lights!
All but Hamlet and Horatio exit.

ACT 4
Scene 5

...to be spilt.
Enter Ophelia distracted.
Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?

...How now, Ophelia?
sings

How should I your true love know

From another one?

By his cockle hat and staff

And his sandal shoon.

...imports this song?
Say you? Nay, pray you, mark. Sings.

He is dead and gone, lady,

He is dead and gone;

At his head a grass-green turf,

At his heels a stone.
Oh, ho!

...Nay, but Ophelia—
Pray you, mark. Sings.

White his shroud as the mountain snow—

...here, my lord.
sings

Larded all with sweet flowers;

Which bewept to the ground did not go

With true-love showers.

...you, pretty lady?
Well, God dild you. They say the owl was a
baker’s daughter. Lord, we know what we are but
know not what we may be. God be at your table.

...upon her father.
Pray let’s have no words of this, but when
they ask you what it means, say you this: Sings.

Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day,

All in the morning betime,

And I a maid at your window,

To be your Valentine.

Then up he rose and donned his clothes

And dupped the chamber door,

Let in the maid, that out a maid

Never departed more.

... Pretty Ophelia—
Indeed, without an oath, I’ll make an end on ’t: Sings.

By Gis and by Saint Charity,

Alack and fie for shame,

Young men will do ’t, if they come to ’t;

By Cock, they are to blame.

Quoth she “Before you tumbled me,

You promised me to wed.”
He answers:

“So would I ’a done, by yonder sun,

An thou hadst not come to my bed.”

...she been thus?
I hope all will be well. We must be patient,
but I cannot choose but weep to think they would
lay him i’ th’ cold ground. My brother shall know of
it. And so I thank you for your good counsel. Come,
my coach! Good night, ladies, good night, sweet
ladies, good night, good night.
She exits.

...noise is that?
Enter Ophelia.

...thing it loves.
sings
They bore him barefaced on the bier,
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny,
And in his grave rained many a tear.
Fare you well, my dove.

...not move thus.
You must sing “A-down a-down”—and you
“Call him a-down-a.”—O, how the wheel becomes
it! It is the false steward that stole his master’s
daughter.

...more than matter.
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.
Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies,
that’s for thoughts.

...and remembrance fitted.
There’s fennel for you, and columbines.
There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we
may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays. You must wear
your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would
give you some violets, but they withered all when
my father died. They say he made a good end.
Sings.
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

...and to prettiness.
sings

And will he not come again?

And will he not come again?

No, no, he is dead.

Go to thy deathbed.

He never will come again.

His beard was as white as snow,

All flaxen was his poll.

He is gone, he is gone,

And we cast away moan.

God ’a mercy on his soul.
And of all Christians’ souls, I pray God. God be wi’
you.
She exits.

ACT 5
Scene 1

...the winter’s flaw!
Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords attendant, and the corpse of Ophelia, with a Doctor of Divinity.

...our proceeding be.
They exit.