1 Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
2 Mark me.
2 I will.
4 Alas, poor Ghost!
6 Speak; I am bound to hear.
7 So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
9 I am thy father's spirit,
10 Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
11 And for the day confined to fast in fires,
12 Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
13 Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
14 To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
15 I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
16 Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
17 Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
18 Thy knotted and combined locks to part
19 And each particular hair to stand on end,
20 Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
21 But this eternal blazon must not be
22 To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
23 If thou didst ever thy dear father love
24 O God!
25 Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
31 I find thee apt;
32 And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
33 That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
34 Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
35 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
36 A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
37 Is by a forged process of my death
38 Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
39 The serpent that did sting thy father's life
40 Now wears his crown.
42 Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
43 With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts
44 O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
45 So to seduce!won to his shameful lust
46 The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
47 O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
48 From me, whose love was of that dignity
49 That it went hand in hand even with the vow
50 I made to her in marriage, and to decline
51 Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
52 To those of mine!
53 But virtue, as it never will be moved,
54 Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
55 So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
56 Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
57 And prey on garbage.
58 But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
59 Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
60 My custom always of the afternoon,
61 Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
62 With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
63 And in the porches of my ears did pour
64 The leperous distillment; whose effect
65 Holds such an enmity with blood of man
66 That swift as quicksilver it courses through
67 The natural gates and alleys of the body,
68 And with a sudden vigor doth posset
69 And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
70 The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
71 And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
72 Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
73 All my smooth body.
74 Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
75 Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
76 Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
77 Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
78 No reckoning made, but sent to my account
79 With all my imperfections on my head:
80 O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
81 If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
82 Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
83 A couch for luxury and damned incest.
84 But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
85 Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
86 Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
87 And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
88 To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
89 The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
90 And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
91 Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me.
92 O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
93 And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
94 And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
95 But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
96 Ay, thou poor Ghost, while memory holds a seat
97 In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
98 Yea, from the table of my memory
99 I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
100 All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
101 That youth and observation copied there;
102 And thy commandment all alone shall live
103 Within the book and volume of my brain,
104 Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
105 O most pernicious woman!
106 O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
107 My tablesmeet it is I set it down,
108 That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
109 At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:
113 My lord, my lord
113 Lord Hamlet
113 Heavens secure him!
114 So be it!
115 Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
116 Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
117 How is't, my noble lord?
117 What news, my lord?
118 O, wonderful!
118 Good my lord, tell it.
119 No; you'll reveal it.
120 Not I, my lord, by heaven.
120 Nor I, my lord.
122 Ay, by heaven, my lord.
126 Why, right; you are i' the right;
127 And so, without more circumstance at all,
128 I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
129 You, as your business and desire shall point you;
130 For every man has business and desire,
131 Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
132 Look you, I'll go pray.
133 These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
135 There's no offence, my lord.
136 Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
137 And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
138 It is an honest Ghost, that let me tell you:
139 For your desire to know what is between us,
140 O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
141 As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
142 Give me one poor request.
143 What is't, my lord? we will.
144 Never make known what you have seen tonight.
145 My lord, we will not.
145 Nay, but swear't.
146 Nor I, my lord, in faith.
147 Upon my sword.
147 We have sworn, my lord, already.
148 Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
152 Propose the oath, my lord.
161 Swear by his sword.
164 O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
165 And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
166 There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
167 Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
168 But come
169 Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
170 How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
171 As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
172 To put an antic disposition on,
173 That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
174 With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
175 Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
176 As "Well, well, we know," or "We could, an if we would,"
177 Or "If we list to speak," or "There be, an if they might,"
178 Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
179 That you know aught of methis not to do,
180 So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
182 Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
183 With all my love I do commend me to you:
184 And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
185 May do, to express his love and friending to you,
186 God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
187 And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
188 The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
189 That ever I was born to set it right!
190 Nay, come, let's go together.