Hamlet: Act 1, Scene 2


  *        Flourish. Enter CLAUDIUS, KING OF
  *        DENMARK, GERTRUDE THE QUEEN,
           HAMLET, Councilors, POLONIUS and
           his son LAERTES, cum aliis [including
           VOLTEMAND and CORNELIUS].
    Full Summary

      KING
  1   Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
  2   The memory be green, and that it us befitted
  3   To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom
  4   To be contracted in one brow of woe,
  5   Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
  6   That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
  7   Together with remembrance of ourselves.
  8   Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
  9   The imperial jointress to this warlike state,
 10   Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,
 11   With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
 12   With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
 13   In equal scale weighing delight and dole,
 14   Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
 15   Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
 16   With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
 17   Now follows that you know young Fortinbras,
 18   Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
 19   Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
 20   Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
 21   Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,
 22   He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
 23   Importing the surrender of those lands
 24   Lost by his father, with all bands of law,
 25   To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
 26   Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:
 27   Thus much the business is: we have here writ
 28   To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras—
 29   Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
 30   Of this his nephew's purpose—to suppress
 31   His further gait herein; in that the levies,
 32   The lists and full proportions, are all made
 33   Out of his subject: and we here dispatch
 34   You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,
 35   For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
 36   Giving to you no further personal power
 37   To business with the king, more than the scope
 38   Of these delated articles allow.

           [Giving a paper.]

 39   Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.

      VOLTEMAND and CORNELIUS
 40   In that and all things will we show our duty.

      KING
 41   We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.

           [Exeunt VOLTEMAND and CORNELIUS.]

 42   And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
 43   You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?
 44   You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
 45   And lose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
 46   That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
 47   The head is not more native to the heart,
 48   The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
 49   Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
 50   What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

      LAERTES
 50                                                   My dread lord,
 51   Your leave and favor to return to France;
 52   From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
 53   To show my duty in your coronation,
 54   Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
 55   My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
 56   And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

      KING
 57   Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?

      POLONIUS
 58   H'ath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
 59   By laborsome petition, and at last
 60   Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
 61   I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

      KING
 62   Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
 63   And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
 64   But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son—

      HAMLET
 65   A little more than kin, and less than kind.

      KING
 66   How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

      HAMLET
 67   Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.

      QUEEN GERTRUDE
 68   Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off,
 69   And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
 70   Do not for ever with thy vailèd lids
 71   Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
 72   Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
 73   Passing through nature to eternity.

      HAMLET
 74   Ay, madam, it is common.

      QUEEN
 74                                           If it be,
 75   Why seems it so particular with thee?

      HAMLET
 76   Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not "seems."
 77   'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
 78   Nor customary suits of solemn black,
 79   Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
 80   No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
 81   Nor the dejected havior of the visage,
 82   Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
 83   That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
 84   For they are actions that a man might play:
 85   But I have that within which passeth show;
 86   These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

      KING
 87   'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
 88   To give these mourning duties to your father:
 89   But, you must know, your father lost a father;
 90   That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
 91   In filial obligation for some term
 92   To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
 93   In obstinate condolement is a course
 94   Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;
 95   It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
 96   A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
 97   An understanding simple and unschool'd:
 98   For what we know must be and is as common
 99   As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
100   Why should we in our peevish opposition
101   Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
102   A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
103   To reason most absurd: whose common theme
104   Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
105   From the first corse till he that died to-day,
106   "This must be so." We pray you, throw to earth
107   This unprevailing woe, and think of us
108   As of a father: for let the world take note,
109   You are the most immediate to our throne;
110   And with no less nobility of love
111   Than that which dearest father bears his son,
112   Do I impart toward you. For your intent
113   In going back to school in Wittenberg,
114   It is most retrograde to our desire:
115   And we beseech you, bend you to remain
116   Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
117   Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

      QUEEN GERTRUDE
118   Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
119   I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.

      HAMLET
120   I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

      KING
121   Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:
122   Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
123   This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
124   Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,
125   No jocund health that Denmark drinks today,
126   But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
127   And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again,
128   Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away.

           Flourish. Exeunt all but HAMLET.   Full Summary

      HAMLET
129   O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
130   Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
131   Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
132   His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
133   How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
134   Seem to me all the uses of this world!
135   Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
136   That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
137   Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
138   But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
139   So excellent a king; that was, to this,
140   Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
141   That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
142   Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
143   Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
144   As if increase of appetite had grown
145   By what it fed on: and yet, within a month—
146   Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is woman!—
147   A little month, or ere those shoes were old
148   With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
149   Like Niobe, all tears:—why she, even she—
150   O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
151   Would have mourn'd longer—married with my uncle,
152   My father's brother, but no more like my father
153   Than I to Hercules: within a month:
154   Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
155   Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
156   She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
157   With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
158   It is not nor it cannot come to good:
159   But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

           Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS,
           and BARNARDO.  Full Summary

      HORATIO
160   Hail to your lordship!

      HAMLET
160                                      I am glad to see you well:
161   Horatio!—or I do forget myself.

      HORATIO
162   The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

      HAMLET
163   Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:
164   And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
165   —Marcellus.

      MARCELLUS
166   My good lord.

      HAMLET
167   I am very glad to see you. [To Barnardo] Good even, sir.—

           [To Horatio.]

168   But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

      HORATIO
169   A truant disposition, good my lord.

      HAMLET
170   I would not hear your enemy say so,
171   Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
172   To make it truster of your own report
173   Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
174   But what is your affair in Elsinore?
175   We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

      HORATIO
176   My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

      HAMLET
177   I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
178   I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

      HORATIO
179   Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.

      HAMLET
180   Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
181   Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
182   Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
183   Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
184   My father!—methinks I see my father.

      HORATIO
185   Where, my lord?

      HAMLET
185                                In my mind's eye, Horatio.

      HORATIO
186   I saw him once. 'A was a goodly king.

      HAMLET
187   'A was a man, take him for all in all,
188   I shall not look upon his like again.

      HORATIO
189   My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

      HAMLET
190   Saw? who?

      HORATIO
191   My lord, the king your father.

      HAMLET
191                                                The king my father!

      HORATIO
192   Season your admiration for a while
193   With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
194   Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
195   This marvel to you.

      HAMLET
195                                     For God's love, let me hear.

      HORATIO
196   Two nights together had these gentlemen,
197   Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch,
198   In the dead waste and middle of the night,
199   Been thus encount'red: A figure like your father,
200   Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
201   Appears before them, and with solemn march
202   Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd
203   By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
204   Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled
205   Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
206   Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
207   In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
208   And I with them the third night kept the watch;
209   Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
210   Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
211   The apparition comes: I knew your father;
212   These hands are not more like.

      HAMLET
212                                             But where was this?

      MARCELLUS
213   My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

      HAMLET
214   Did you not speak to it?

      HORATIO
214                                         My lord, I did;
215   But answer made it none: yet once methought
216   It lifted up it head and did address
217   Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
218   But even then the morning cock crew loud,
219   And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
220   And vanish'd from our sight.

      HAMLET
220                                            'Tis very strange.

      HORATIO
221   As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
222   And we did think it writ down in our duty
223   To let you know of it.

      HAMLET
224   Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
225   Hold you the watch tonight?

      MARCELLUS and BARNARDO
225                                             We do, my lord.

      HAMLET
226   Arm'd, say you?

      MARCELLUS and BARNARDO
227   Arm'd, my lord.

      HAMLET
228   From top to toe?

      MARCELLUS and BARNARDO
228                                    My lord, from head to foot.

      HAMLET
229   Then saw you not his face?

      HORATIO
230   O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.

      HAMLET
231   What, look'd he frowningly?

      HORATIO
231                                            A countenance more
232   In sorrow than in anger.

      HAMLET
232                                           Pale or red?

      HORATIO
233   Nay, very pale.

      HAMLET
233                               And fix'd his eyes upon you?

      HORATIO
234   Most constantly.

      HAMLET
234                                 I would I had been there.

      HORATIO
235   It would have much amazed you.

      HAMLET
236   Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?

      HORATIO
237   While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

      MARCELLUS and BARNARDO
238   Longer, longer.

      HORATIO
239   Not when I saw't.

      HAMLET
239                                  His beard was grizzled—no?

      HORATIO
240   It was, as I have seen it in his life,
241   A sable silver'd.

      HAMLET
241                                  I will watch tonight;
242   Perchance 'twill walk again.

      HORATIO
242                                             I warrant it will.

      HAMLET
243   If it assume my noble father's person,
244   I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
245   And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
246   If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
247   Let it be tenable in your silence still;
248   And whatsoever else shall hap tonight,
249   Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
250   I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:
251   Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
252   I'll visit you.

      All
252                                Our duty to your honor.

      HAMLET
253   Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.

           Exeunt [all but HAMLET].

254   My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
255   I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
256   Till then, sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,
257   Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

           Exit.