Act I, Scene 5
Elsinore. Another part of the platform before Elsinore castle., Later the same night
- Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
- Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak, I’ll go no further.
- Mark me.
- I will.
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- My hour is almost come
- When I to sulph’rous and tormenting flames
- Must render up myself.
- Alas, poor ghost!
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- Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
- To what I shall unfold.
- Speak, I am bound to hear.
- So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
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- I am thy father’s spirit,
- Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night,
- And for the day confin’d to fast in fires,
- Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
- Are burnt and purg’d away. But that I am forbid
- To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
- I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
- Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
- Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
- Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
- And each particular hair to stand an end,
- Like quills upon the fearful porcupine.
- But this eternal blazon must not be
- To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
- If thou didst ever thy dear father love—
- O God!
- Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
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- Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
- But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
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- Haste me to know’t, that I with wings as swift
- As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
- May sweep to my revenge.
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- I find thee apt,
- And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
- That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
- Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
- ’Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
- A serpent stung me, so the whole ear of Denmark
- Is by a forged process of my death
- Rankly abus’d; but know, thou noble youth,
- The serpent that did sting thy father’s life
- Now wears his crown.
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- O my prophetic soul!
- My uncle?
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- Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
- With witchcraft of his wits, with traitorous gifts—
- O wicked wit and gifts that have the power
- So to seduce!—won to his shameful lust
- The will of my most seeming virtuous queen.
- O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there
- From me, whose love was of that dignity
- That it went hand in hand even with the vow
- I made to her in marriage, and to decline
- Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
- To those of mine!
- But virtue, as it never will be moved,
- Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
- So lust, though to a radiant angel link’d,
- Will sate itself in a celestial bed
- And prey on garbage.
- But soft, methinks I scent the morning air,
- Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
- My custom always of the afternoon,
- Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
- With juice of cursed hebona in a vial,
- And in the porches of my ears did pour
- The leperous distillment, whose effect
- Holds such an enmity with blood of man
- That swift as quicksilver it courses through
- The natural gates and alleys of the body,
- And with a sudden vigor it doth posset
- And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
- The thin and wholesome blood. So did it mine,
- And a most instant tetter bark’d about,
- Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust
- All my smooth body.
- Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother’s hand
- Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch’d,
- Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
- Unhous’led, disappointed, unanel’d,
- No reck’ning made, but sent to my account
- With all my imperfections on my head.
- O, horrible, O, horrible, most horrible!
- If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not,
- Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
- A couch for luxury and damned incest.
- But howsomever thou pursues this act,
- Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
- Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven,
- And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge
- To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
- The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
- And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
- Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me.
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- O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
- And shall I couple hell? O fie, hold, hold, my heart,
- And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
- But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
- Ay, thou poor ghost, whiles memory holds a seat
- In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
- Yea, from the table of my memory
- I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records,
- All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past
- That youth and observation copied there,
- And thy commandment all alone shall live
- Within the book and volume of my brain,
- Unmix’d with baser matter. Yes, by heaven!
- O most pernicious woman!
- O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
- My tables—meet it is I set it down
- That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain!
- At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.
- He writes.
- So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word:
- It is “Adieu, adieu! Remember me.”
- I have sworn’t.
- My lord, my lord!
- Lord Hamlet!
- Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
- Heavens secure him!
- So be it!
- Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
- Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.
- How is’t, my noble lord?
- What news, my lord?
- O, wonderful!
- Good my lord, tell it.
- No, you will reveal it.
- Not I, my lord, by heaven.
- Nor I, my lord.
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- How say you then, would heart of man once think it?—
- But you’ll be secret?
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- Ay, by heaven, my lord.
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- There’s never a villain dwelling in all Denmark
- But he’s an arrant knave.
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- There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
- To tell us this.
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- Why, right, you are in the right,
- And so, without more circumstance at all,
- I hold it fit that we shake hands and part,
- You, as your business and desire shall point you,
- For every man hath business and desire,
- Such as it is, and for my own poor part,
- I will go pray.
- These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
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- I am sorry they offend you, heartily,
- Yes, faith, heartily.
- There’s no offense, my lord.
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- Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
- And much offense too. Touching this vision here,
- It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you.
- For your desire to know what is between us,
- O’ermaster’t as you may. And now, good friends,
- As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,
- Give me one poor request.
- What is’t, my lord, we will.
- Never make known what you have seen tonight.
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- My lord, we will not.
- Nay, but swear’t.
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- In faith,
- My lord, not I.
- Nor I, my lord, in faith.
- Upon my sword.
- We have sworn, my lord, already.
- Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
- Ghost cries under the stage.
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- Ha, ha, boy, say’st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?
- Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage,
- Consent to swear.
- Propose the oath, my lord.
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- Never to speak of this that you have seen,
- Swear by my sword.
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- Hic et ubique? Then we’ll shift our ground.
- Come hither, gentlemen,
- And lay your hands again upon my sword.
- Swear by my sword
- Never to speak of this that you have heard.
- Swear by his sword.
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- Well said, old mole, canst work i’ th’ earth so fast?
- A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
- O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
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- And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
- There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
- Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
- But come—
- Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
- How strange or odd some’er I bear myself—
- As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
- To put an antic disposition on—
- That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
- With arms encumb’red thus, or this headshake,
- Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
- As “Well, well, we know,”or “We could, and if we would,”
- Or “If we list to speak,” or “There be, and if they might,”
- Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
- That you know aught of me—this do swear,
- So grace and mercy at your most need help you.
- They swear.
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- Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
- With all my love I do commend me to you,
- And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
- May do t’ express his love and friending to you,
- God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together,
- And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
- The time is out of joint—O cursed spite,
- That ever I was born to set it right!
- Nay, come, let’s go together.