Hamlet: Act 4, Scene 5

           Enter HORATIO, [QUEEN] GERTRUDE,
           and a GENTLEMAN.  Full Summary

  1   I will not speak with her.

  2   She is importunate, indeed distract:
  3   Her mood will needs be pitied.

  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.

 14   'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
 15   Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

 16   Let her come in.

           [Exit Horatio and Gentleman.]

 17   To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
 18   Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:
 19   So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
 20   It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

           Enter OPHELIA [and Horatio].
           Full Summary

 21   Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

 22   How now, Ophelia!

      OPHELIA   [She sings.]
 23          "How should I your true love know
 24             From another one?
 25          By his cockle hat and staff,
 26             And his sandal shoon."

 27   Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

 28   Say you? nay, pray you, mark.


 29          "He is dead and gone, lady,
 30             He is dead and gone;
 31          At his head a grass-green turf,
 32             At his heels a stone."
 33   O ho!

 34   Nay, but, Ophelia—

 35   Pray you, mark.


 36          "White his shroud as the mountain snow,"—

           Enter KING.  Full Summary

 37   Alas, look here, my lord.



 38             "Larded with sweet flowers
 39          Which bewept to the grave did not go
 40             With true-love showers."

 41   How do you, pretty lady?

 42   Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's
 43   daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not
 44   what we may be. God be at your table!

 45   Conceit upon her father.

 46   Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they
 47   ask you what it means, say you this:


 48          "Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day.
 49             All in the morning betime,
 50          And I a maid at your window,
 51             To be your Valentine.

 52          "Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
 53             And dupp'd the chamber-door;
 54          Let in the maid, that out a maid
 55             Never departed more."

 56   Pretty Ophelia!

 57   Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:


 58          "By Gis and by Saint Charity,
 59             Alack, and fie for shame!
 60          Young men will do't, if they come to't;
 61             By cock, they are to blame.

 62          Quoth she, 'Before you tumbled me,
 63             You promised me to wed.'

 64   He answers:

 65          'So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
 66             An thou hadst not come to my bed.'"

 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.

           [Exit.]  Full Summary

 74   Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.

           [Exit Horatio.]

 75   O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
 76   All from her father's death—and 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.

           A noise within.

 96                                         Alack, what noise is this?

 97   Attend!
 98   Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.

           Enter a Messenger.

 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!"

110   How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
111   O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

112   The doors are broke.

           Enter LAERTES with others.

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.

           [Exeunt Laertes' followers.]  Full Summary

116                                         O thou vile king,
117   Give me my father!

117                                 Calmly, good Laertes.

118   That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
119   Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
120   Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brows
121   Of my true mother.

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                                    Dead.

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?

138   My will, not all the world's.
139   And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
140   They shall go far with little.

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?

146   To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;
147   And like the kind life-rendering pelican,
148   Repast them with my blood.

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.

           A noise within.

153                                        Let her come in!

154   How now! what noise is that?

           Enter OPHELIA.  Full Summary

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.



165          "They bore him barefaced on the bier;
166          Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
167          And in his grave rain'd many a tear"—
168   Fare you well, my dove!

169   Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
170   It could not move thus.

171   You must sing "a-down a-down," and you call him
172   a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the
173   false steward, that stole his master's daughter.

174   This nothing's more than matter.

175   There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
176   love, remember. And there is pansies; that's for
177   thoughts.

178   A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance
179   fitted.

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—


187          "For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy."

188   Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
189   She turns to favour and to prettiness.



190          "And will he not come again?
191          And will he not come again?
192            No, no, he is dead:
193            Go to thy death-bed:
194          He never will come again.

195          "His beard was as white as snow,
196          All flaxen was his poll:
197            He is gone, he is gone,
198            And we cast away moan:
199          God ha' mercy on his soul!"
200   And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God buy
201   you.

           [Exit.]   Full Summary

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.

218                                                 So you shall;
219   And where the offence is let the great axe fall.
220   I pray you, go with me.