Enter HORATIO, [QUEEN] GERTRUDE,
and a GENTLEMAN. Full Summary
1 I will not speak with her.
3 What would she have?
4 She speaks much of her father; says she hears
5 There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
6 Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
7 That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,
8 Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
9 The hearers to collection; they yawn at it,
10 And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
11 Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them,
12 Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
13 Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
16 Let her come in.
21 Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
22 How now, Ophelia!
27 Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
28 Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
34 Nay, but, Ophelia
35 Pray you, mark.
37 Alas, look here, my lord.
41 How do you, pretty lady?
45 Conceit upon her father.
56 Pretty Ophelia!
57 Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:
64 He answers:
67 How long hath she been thus?
68 I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I
69 cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
70 i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
71 and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
72 coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
73 good night, good night.
74 Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
75 O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
76 All from her father's deathand now behold!
77 O Gertrude, Gertrude,
78 When sorrows come, they come not single spies
79 But in battalions. First, her father slain:
80 Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
81 Of his own just remove: the people muddied,
82 Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,
83 For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,
84 In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia
85 Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
86 Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts;
87 Last, and as much containing as all these,
88 Her brother is in secret come from France;
89 Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
90 And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
91 With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
92 Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
93 Will nothing stick our person to arraign
94 In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
95 Like to a murdering-piece, in many places
96 Gives me superfluous death.
96 Alack, what noise is this?
98 What is the matter?
99 Save yourself, my lord:
100 The ocean, overpeering of his list,
101 Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
102 Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
103 O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
104 And, as the world were now but to begin,
105 Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
106 The ratifiers and props of every word,
107 They cry "Choose we: Laertes shall be king!"
108 Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds:
109 "Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!"
112 The doors are broke.
113 Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.
114 No, let's come in.
114 I pray you, give me leave.
115 We will, we will.
116 I thank you: keep the door.
117 Calmly, good Laertes.
121 What is the cause, Laertes,
122 That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
123 Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
124 There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
125 That treason can but peep to what it would,
126 Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
127 Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude.
128 Speak, man.
129 Where is my father?
129 But not by him.
130 Let him demand his fill.
131 How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
132 To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
133 Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
134 I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
135 That both the worlds I give to negligence,
136 Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
137 Most thoroughly for my father.
137 Who shall stay you?
140 Good Laertes,
141 If you desire to know the certainty
142 Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,
143 That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
144 Winner and loser?
145 None but his enemies.
145 Will you know them then?
148 Why, now you speak
149 Like a good child and a true gentleman.
150 That I am guiltless of your father's death,
151 And am most sensibly in grief for it,
152 It shall as level to your judgment pierce
153 As day does to your eye.
153 Let her come in!
154 How now! what noise is that?
155 O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
156 Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
157 By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
158 Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
159 Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
160 O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits
161 Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
162 Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
163 It sends some precious instance of itself
164 After the thing it loves.
174 This nothing's more than matter.
180 [To King.] There's fennel for you, and columbines.
181 [To Queen.] There's rue for you; and here's some
182 for me: we may call it herb of grace a' Sundays.
183 You may wear your rue with a difference. There's
184 a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they
185 withered all when my father died. They say he
186 made a good end
200 And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God buy
202 Do you see this, O God?
203 Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
204 Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
205 Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
206 And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:
207 If by direct or by collateral hand
208 They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
209 Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,
210 To you in satisfaction; but if not,
211 Be you content to lend your patience to us,
212 And we shall jointly labour with your soul
213 To give it due content.
213 Let this be so;
214 His means of death, his obscure funeral
215 No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
216 No noble rite nor formal ostentation
217 Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
218 That I must call't in question.