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　　 SCENE I. A room in the castle.

　　 Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN

　　 KING CLAUDIUS

　　 And can you, by no drift of circumstance,

　　 Get from him why he puts on this confusion,

　　 Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

　　 With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

　　 ROSENCRANTZ

　　 He does confess he feels himself distracted;

　　 But from what cause he will by no means speak.

　　 GUILDENSTERN

　　 Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,

　　 But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,

　　 When we would bring him on to some confession

　　 Of his true state.

　　 QUEEN GERTRUDE

　　 Did he receive you well?

　　 ROSENCRANTZ

　　 Most like a gentleman.

　　 GUILDENSTERN

　　 But with much forcing of his disposition.

　　 ROSENCRANTZ

　　 Niggard of question; but, of our demands,

　　 Most free in his reply.

　　 QUEEN GERTRUDE

　　 Did you assay him?

　　 To any pastime?

　　 ROSENCRANTZ

　　 Madam, it so fell out, that certain players

　　 We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him;

　　 And there did seem in him a kind of joy

　　 To hear of it: they are about the court,

　　 And, as I think, they have already order

　　 This night to play before him.

　　 LORD POLONIUS

　　 'Tis most true:

　　 And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties

　　 To hear and see the matter.

　　 KING CLAUDIUS

　　 With all my heart; and it doth much content me

　　 To hear him so inclined.

　　 Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,

　　 And drive his purpose on to these delights.

　　 ROSENCRANTZ

　　 We shall, my lord.

　　 Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN

　　 KING CLAUDIUS

　　 Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;

　　 For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,

　　 That he, as 'twere by accident, may here

　　 Affront Ophelia:

　　 Her father and myself, lawful espials,

　　 Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing, unseen,

　　 We may of their encounter frankly judge,

　　 And gather by him, as he is behaved,

　　 If 't be the affliction of his love or no

　　 That thus he suffers for.

　　 QUEEN GERTRUDE

　　 I shall obey you.

　　 And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish

　　 That your good beauties be the happy cause

　　 Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues

　　 Will bring him to his wonted way again,

　　 To both your honours.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 Madam, I wish it may.

　　 Exit QUEEN GERTRUDE

　　 LORD POLONIUS

　　 Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,

　　 We will bestow ourselves.

　　 To OPHELIA

　　 Read on this book;

　　 That show of such an exercise may colour

　　 Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,--

　　 'Tis too much proved--that with devotion's visage

　　 And pious action we do sugar o'er

　　 The devil himself.

　　 KING CLAUDIUS

　　 [Aside] O, 'tis too true!

　　 How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!

　　 The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,

　　 Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it

　　 Than is my deed to my most painted word:

　　 O heavy burthen!

　　 LORD POLONIUS

　　 I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.

　　 Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS

　　 Enter HAMLET

　　 HAMLET

　　 To be, or not to be: that is the question:

　　 Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

　　 The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

　　 Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

　　 And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

　　 No more; and by a sleep to say we end

　　 The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

　　 That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

　　 Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

　　 To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

　　 For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

　　 When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

　　 Must give us pause: there's the respect

　　 That makes calamity of so long life;

　　 For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

　　 The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

　　 The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

　　 The insolence of office and the spurns

　　 That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

　　 When he himself might his quietus make

　　 With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,

　　 To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

　　 But that the dread of something after death,

　　 The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

　　 No traveller returns, puzzles the will

　　 And makes us rather bear those ills we have

　　 Than fly to others that we know not of?

　　 Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

　　 And thus the native hue of resolution

　　 Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

　　 And enterprises of great pith and moment

　　 With this regard their currents turn awry,

　　 And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!

　　 The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons

　　 Be all my sins remember'd.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 Good my lord,

　　 How does your honour for this many a day?

　　 HAMLET

　　 I humbly thank you; well, well, well.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 My lord, I have remembrances of yours,

　　 That I have longed long to re-deliver;

　　 I pray you, now receive them.

　　 HAMLET

　　 No, not I;

　　 I never gave you aught.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 My honour'd 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.

　　 HAMLET

　　 Ha, ha! are you honest?

　　 OPHELIA

　　 My lord?

　　 HAMLET

　　 Are you fair?

　　 OPHELIA

　　 What means your lordship?

　　 HAMLET

　　 That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should

　　 admit no discourse to your beauty.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than

　　 with honesty?

　　 HAMLET

　　 Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner

　　 transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the

　　 force of honesty can translate beauty into his

　　 likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the

　　 time gives it proof. I did love you once.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

　　 HAMLET

　　 You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot

　　 so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of

　　 it: I loved you not.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 I was the more deceived.

　　 HAMLET

　　 Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a

　　 breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;

　　 but yet I could accuse me of such things that it

　　 were better my mother had not borne me: I am very

　　 proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at

　　 my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,

　　 imagination to give them shape, or time to act them

　　 in. What should such fellows as I do crawling

　　 between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,

　　 all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.

　　 Where's your father?

　　 OPHELIA

　　 At home, my lord.

　　 HAMLET

　　 Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the

　　 fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 O, help him, you sweet heavens!

　　 HAMLET

　　 If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for

　　 thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as

　　 snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a

　　 nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs

　　 marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough

　　 what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,

　　 and quickly too. Farewell.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 O heavenly powers, restore him!

　　 HAMLET

　　 I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God

　　 has given you one face, and you make yourselves

　　 another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and

　　 nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness

　　 your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath

　　 made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:

　　 those that are married already, all but one, shall

　　 live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a

　　 nunnery, go.

　　 Exit

　　 OPHELIA

　　 O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!

　　 The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;

　　 The expectancy and rose of the fair state,

　　 The glass of fashion and the mould of form,

　　 The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!

　　 And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,

　　 That suck'd the honey of his music vows,

　　 Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,

　　 Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;

　　 That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth

　　 Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,

　　 To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

　　 Re-enter KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS

　　 KING CLAUDIUS

　　 Love! his affections do not that way tend;

　　 Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,

　　 Was not like madness. There's something in his soul,

　　 O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;

　　 And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose

　　 Will be some danger: which for to prevent,

　　 I have in quick determination

　　 Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,

　　 For the demand of our neglected tribute

　　 Haply the seas and countries different

　　 With variable objects shall expel

　　 This something-settled matter in his heart,

　　 Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus

　　 From fashion of himself. What think you on't?

　　 LORD POLONIUS

　　 It shall do well: but yet do I believe

　　 The origin and commencement of his grief

　　 Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia!

　　 You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said;

　　 We heard it all. My lord, do as you please;

　　 But, if you hold it fit, after the play

　　 Let his queen mother all alone entreat him

　　 To show his grief: let her be round with him;

　　 And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear

　　 Of all their conference. If she find him not,

　　 To England send him, or confine him where

　　 Your wisdom best shall think.

　　 KING CLAUDIUS

　　 It shall be so:

　　 Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.

　　 Exeunt

　　 SCENE II. A hall in the castle.

　　 Enter HAMLET and Players

　　 HAMLET

　　 Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to

　　 you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,

　　 as many of your players do, I had as lief the

　　 town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air

　　 too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;

　　 for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,

　　 the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget

　　 a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it

　　 offends me to the soul to hear a robustious

　　 periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to

　　 very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who

　　 for the most part are capable of nothing but

　　 inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such

　　 a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it

　　 out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.

　　 First Player

　　 I warrant your honour.

　　 HAMLET

　　 Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion

　　 be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the

　　 word to the action; with this special o'erstep not

　　 the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is

　　 from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the

　　 first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the

　　 mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature,

　　 scorn her own image, and the very age and body of

　　 the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone,

　　 or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful

　　 laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the

　　 censure of the which one must in your allowance

　　 o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be

　　 players that I have seen play, and heard others

　　 praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely,

　　 that, neither having the accent of Christians nor

　　 the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so

　　 strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of

　　 nature's journeymen had made men and not made them

　　 well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

　　 First Player

　　 I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us,

　　 sir.

　　 HAMLET

　　 O, reform it altogether. And let those that play

　　 your clowns speak no more than is set down for them;

　　 for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to

　　 set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh

　　 too; though, in the mean time, some necessary

　　 question of the play be then to be considered:

　　 that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition

　　 in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.

　　 Exeunt Players

　　 Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN

　　 How now, my lord! I will the king hear this piece of work?

　　 LORD POLONIUS

　　 And the queen too, and that presently.

　　 HAMLET

　　 Bid the players make haste.

　　 Exit POLONIUS

　　 Will you two help to hasten them?

　　 ROSENCRANTZ GUILDENSTERN

　　 We will, my lord.

　　 Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN

　　 HAMLET

　　 What ho! Horatio!

　　 Enter HORATIO

　　 HORATIO

　　 Here, sweet lord, at your service.

　　 HAMLET

　　 Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man

　　 As e'er my conversation coped withal.

　　 HORATIO

　　 O, my dear lord,--

　　 HAMLET

　　 Nay, do not think I flatter;

　　 For what advancement may I hope from thee

　　 That no revenue hast but thy good spirits,

　　 To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?

　　 No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,

　　 And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee

　　 Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?

　　 Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice

　　 And could of men distinguish, her election

　　 Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been

　　 As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,

　　 A man that fortune's buffets and rewards

　　 Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those

　　 Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,

　　 That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger

　　 To sound what stop she please. Give me that man

　　 That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him

　　 In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,

　　 As I do thee.--Something too much of this.--

　　 There is a play to-night before the king;

　　 One scene of it comes near the circumstance

　　 Which I have told thee of my father's death:

　　 I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,

　　 Even with the very comment of thy soul

　　 Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt

　　 Do not itself unkennel in one speech,

　　 It is a damned ghost that we have seen,

　　 And my imaginations are as foul

　　 As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;

　　 For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,

　　 And after we will both our judgments join

　　 In censure of his seeming.

　　 HORATIO

　　 Well, my lord:

　　 If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,

　　 And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.

　　 HAMLET

　　 They are coming to the play; I must be idle:

　　 Get you a place.

　　 Danish march. A flourish. Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others

　　 KING CLAUDIUS

　　 How fares our cousin Hamlet?

　　 HAMLET

　　 Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat

　　 the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.

　　 KING CLAUDIUS

　　 I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words

　　 are not mine.

　　 HAMLET

　　 No, nor mine now.

　　 To POLONIUS

　　 My lord, you played once i' the university, you say?

　　 LORD POLONIUS

　　 That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.

　　 HAMLET

　　 What did you enact?

　　 LORD POLONIUS

　　 I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the

　　 Capitol; Brutus killed me.

　　 HAMLET

　　 It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf

　　 there. Be the players ready?

　　 ROSENCRANTZ

　　 Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.

　　 QUEEN GERTRUDE

　　 Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.

　　 HAMLET

　　 No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.

　　 LORD POLONIUS

　　 [To KING CLAUDIUS] O, ho! do you mark that?

　　 HAMLET

　　 Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

　　 Lying down at OPHELIA's feet

　　 OPHELIA

　　 No, my lord.

　　 HAMLET

　　 I mean, my head upon your lap?

　　 OPHELIA

　　 Ay, my lord.

　　 HAMLET

　　 Do you think I meant country matters?

　　 OPHELIA

　　 I think nothing, my lord.

　　 HAMLET

　　 That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 What is, my lord?

　　 HAMLET

　　 Nothing.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 You are merry, my lord.

　　 HAMLET

　　 Who, I?

　　 OPHELIA

　　 Ay, my lord.

　　 HAMLET

　　 O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do

　　 but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my

　　 mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.

　　 HAMLET

　　 So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for

　　 I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two

　　 months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's

　　 hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half

　　 a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches,

　　 then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with

　　 the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is 'For, O, for, O,

　　 the hobby-horse is forgot.'

　　 Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters

　　 Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers: she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts: she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love

　　 Exeunt

　　 OPHELIA

　　 What means this, my lord?

　　 HAMLET

　　 Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 Belike this show imports the argument of the play.

　　 Enter Prologue

　　 HAMLET

　　 We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot

　　 keep counsel; they'll tell all.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 Will he tell us what this show meant?

　　 HAMLET

　　 Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you

　　 ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play.

　　 Prologue

　　 For us, and for our tragedy,

　　 Here stooping to your clemency,

　　 We beg your hearing patiently.

　　 Exit

　　 HAMLET

　　 Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?

　　 OPHELIA

　　 'Tis brief, my lord.

　　 HAMLET

　　 As woman's love.

　　 Enter two Players, King and Queen

　　 Player King

　　 Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round

　　 Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,

　　 And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen

　　 About the world have times twelve thirties been,

　　 Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands

　　 Unite commutual in most sacred bands.

　　 Player Queen

　　 So many journeys may the sun and moon

　　 Make us again count o'er ere love be done!

　　 But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,

　　 So far from cheer and from your former state,

　　 That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,

　　 Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:

　　 For women's fear and love holds quantity;

　　 In neither aught, or in extremity.

　　 Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know;

　　 And as my love is sized, my fear is so:

　　 Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;

　　 Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

　　 Player King

　　 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;

　　 My operant powers their functions leave to do:

　　 And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,

　　 Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind

　　 For husband shalt thou--

　　 Player Queen

　　 O, confound the rest!

　　 Such love must needs be treason in my breast:

　　 In second husband let me be accurst!

　　 None wed the second but who kill'd the first.

　　 HAMLET

　　 [Aside] Wormwood, wormwood.

　　 Player Queen

　　 The instances that second marriage move

　　 Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:

　　 A second time I kill my husband dead,

　　 When second husband kisses me in bed.

　　 Player King

　　 I do believe you think what now you speak;

　　 But what we do determine oft we break.

　　 Purpose is but the slave to memory,

　　 Of violent birth, but poor validity;

　　 Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;

　　 But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.

　　 Most necessary 'tis that we forget

　　 To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:

　　 What to ourselves in passion we propose,

　　 The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

　　 The violence of either grief or joy

　　 Their own enactures with themselves destroy:

　　 Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;

　　 Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.

　　 This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange

　　 That even our loves should with our fortunes change;

　　 For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,

　　 Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

　　 The great man down, you mark his favourite flies;

　　 The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.

　　 And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;

　　 For who not needs shall never lack a friend,

　　 And who in want a hollow friend doth try,

　　 Directly seasons him his enemy.

　　 But, orderly to end where I begun,

　　 Our wills and fates do so contrary run

　　 That our devices still are overthrown;

　　 Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:

　　 So think thou wilt no second husband wed;

　　 But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.

　　 Player Queen

　　 Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light!

　　 Sport and repose lock from me day and night!

　　 To desperation turn my trust and hope!

　　 An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!

　　 Each opposite that blanks the face of joy

　　 Meet what I would have well and it destroy!

　　 Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,

　　 If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

　　 HAMLET

　　 If she should break it now!

　　 Player King

　　 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;

　　 My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile

　　 The tedious day with sleep.

　　 Sleeps

　　 Player Queen

　　 Sleep rock thy brain,

　　 And never come mischance between us twain!

　　 Exit

　　 HAMLET

　　 Madam, how like you this play?

　　 QUEEN GERTRUDE

　　 The lady protests too much, methinks.

　　 HAMLET

　　 O, but she'll keep her word.

　　 KING CLAUDIUS

　　 Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't?

　　 HAMLET

　　 No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence

　　 i' the world.

　　 KING CLAUDIUS

　　 What do you call the play?

　　 HAMLET

　　 The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play

　　 is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is

　　 the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see

　　 anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o'

　　 that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it

　　 touches us not: let the galled jade wince, our

　　 withers are unwrung.

　　 Enter LUCIANUS

　　 This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 You are as good as a chorus, my lord.

　　 HAMLET

　　 I could interpret between you and your love, if I

　　 could see the puppets dallying.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 You are keen, my lord, you are keen.

　　 HAMLET

　　 It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 Still better, and worse.

　　 HAMLET

　　 So you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer;

　　 pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:

　　 'the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.'

　　 LUCIANUS

　　 Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;

　　 Confederate season, else no creature seeing;

　　 Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,

　　 With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,

　　 Thy natural magic and dire property,

　　 On wholesome life usurp immediately.

　　 Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears

　　 HAMLET

　　 He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His

　　 name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in

　　 choice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderer

　　 gets the love of Gonzago's wife.

　　 OPHELIA

　　 The king rises.

　　 HAMLET

　　 What, frighted with false fire!

　　 QUEEN GERTRUDE

　　 How fares my lord?