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Hamlet: Act IV, Scene 5

Hamlet
Act IV, Scene 5

Elsinore. A room in Elsinore castle.

  1. Enter Horatio, Queen Gertrude, and a Gentleman.

Gertrude

1
  1. I will not speak with her.

Gentleman

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

Gertrude

4
  1.                                What would she have?

Gentleman

5 - 14
  1. She speaks much of her father, says she hears
  2. There’s tricks i’ th’ world, and hems, and beats her heart,
  3. Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt
  4. That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,
  5. Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
  6. The hearers to collection; they yawn at it,
  7. And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts,
  8. Which as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,
  9. Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
  10. Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.

Horatio

15 - 16
  1. ’Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
  2. Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

Gertrude

17 - 21
  1. Let her come in.
  2. Exit Gentleman.
  3. Aside.
  4. To my sick soul, as sin’s true nature is,
  5. Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss,
  6. So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
  7. It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
  1. Enter Ophelia distracted, with her hair down, playing on a
  2. lute.

Ophelia

22
  1. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

Gertrude

23
  1. How now, Ophelia?

Ophelia

24 - 27
  1. She sings.
  2. How should I your true-love know
  3. From another one?
  4. By his cockle hat and staff,
  5. And his sandal shoon.”

Gertrude

28
  1. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

Ophelia

29 - 34
  1. Say you? Nay, pray you mark.
  2. Song.
  3. He is dead and gone, lady,
  4. He is dead and gone,
  5. At his head a grass-green turf,
  6. At his heels a stone.”
  7. O ho!

Gertrude

35
  1. Nay, but, Ophelia

Ophelia

36 - 37
  1. Pray you mark.
  2. Sings.
  3. White his shroud as the mountain snow”—
  1. Enter King.

Gertrude

38
  1. Alas, look here, my lord.

Ophelia

39 - 41
  1. Song.
  2. Larded all with sweet flowers,
  3. Which bewept to the ground did not go
  4. With true-love showers.”

Claudius

42
  1. How do you, pretty lady?

Ophelia

43 - 45
  1. Well, God dild you! They say the owl was a baker’s daughter.
  2. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God
  3. be at your table!

Claudius

46
  1. Conceit upon her father.

Ophelia

47 - 55
  1. Pray let’s have no words of this, but when they ask you what it means, say you this:
  2. Song.
  3. Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
  4. All in the morning betime,
  5. And I a maid at your window,
  6. To be your Valentine.
  7. Then up he rose and donn’d his clo’es,
  8. And dupp’d the chamber-door,
  9. Let in the maid, that out a maid
  10. Never departed more.”

Claudius

56
  1. Pretty Ophelia!

Ophelia

57 - 65
  1. Indeed without an oath I’ll make an end on’t.
  2. Sings.
  3. By Gis, and by Saint Charity,
  4. Alack, and fie for shame!
  5. Young men will do’t if they come to’t,
  6. By Cock, they are to blame.
  7. Quoth she, Before you tumbled me,
  8. You promis’d me to wed.
  9. He answers.
  10. “‘So would I ’a’ done, by yonder sun,
  11. And thou hadst not come to my bed.

Claudius

66
  1. How long hath she been thus?

Ophelia

67 - 71
  1. I hope all will be well. We must be patient, but I cannot
  2. choose but weep to think they would lay him i’ th’ cold
  3. ground. My brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for
  4. your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies, good
  5. night. Sweet ladies, good night, good night.
  1. Exit.

Claudius

72 - 94
  1. Follow her close, give her good watch, I pray you.
  2. Exit Horatio.
  3. O, this is the poison of deep grief, it springs
  4. All from her father’s deathand now behold!
  5. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
  6. When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
  7. But in battalions: first, her father slain;
  8. Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
  9. Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
  10. Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
  11. For good Polonius’ death; and we have done but greenly
  12. In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
  13. Divided from herself and her fair judgement,
  14. Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts;
  15. Last, and as much containing as all these,
  16. Her brother is in secret come from France,
  17. Feeds on this wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
  18. And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
  19. With pestilent speeches of his father’s death,
  20. Wherein necessity, of matter beggar’d,
  21. Will nothing stick our person to arraign
  22. In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
  23. Like to a murd’ring-piece, in many places
  24. Gives me superfluous death.
  1. A noise within.

Gertrude

95
  1.                             Alack, what noise is this?

Claudius

96 - 98
  1. Attend!
  2. Where is my Swissers? Let them guard the door.
  3. Enter a Messenger.
  4. What is the matter?

Messenger

99 - 109
  1.                     Save yourself, my lord!
  2. The ocean, overpeering of his list,
  3. Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
  4. Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
  5. O’erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord,
  6. And as the world were now but to begin,
  7. Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
  8. The ratifiers and props of every word,
  9. They cry, Choose we, Laertes shall be king!”
  10. Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds,
  11. Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!”
  1. A noise within.

Gertrude

110 - 111
  1. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
  2. O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
  1. Enter Laertes with others.

Claudius

112
  1. The doors are broke.

Laertes

113
  1. Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.

Laertes’s Followers

114
  1. No, let ’s come in.

Laertes

115
  1.                     I pray you give me leave.

Laertes’s Followers

116
  1. We will, we will.

Laertes

117 - 119
  1. I thank you, keep the door.
  2. Exeunt Laertes’ followers.
  3. O thou vile king,
  4. Give me my father!

Gertrude

120
  1.                    Calmly, good Laertes.

Laertes

121 - 124
  1. That drop of blood that’s calm proclaims me bastard,
  2. Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
  3. Even here between the chaste unsmirched brow
  4. Of my true mother.

Claudius

125 - 132
  1.                    What is the cause, Laertes,
  2. That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
  3. Let him go, Gertrude, do not fear our person:
  4. There’s such divinity doth hedge a king
  5. That treason can but peep to what it would,
  6. Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
  7. Why thou art thus incens’d. Let him go, Gertrude.
  8. Speak, man.

Laertes

133
  1. Where is my father?

Claudius

134
  1.                     Dead.

Gertrude

135
  1.       But not by him.

Claudius

136
  1. Let him demand his fill.

Laertes

137 - 143
  1. How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with.
  2. To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!
  3. Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
  4. I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
  5. That both the worlds I give to negligence,
  6. Let come what comes, only I’ll be reveng’d
  7. Most throughly for my father.

Claudius

144
  1.                               Who shall stay you?

Laertes

145 - 147
  1. My will, not all the world’s:
  2. And for my means, I’ll husband them so well,
  3. They shall go far with little.

Claudius

148 - 152
  1.                                Good Laertes,
  2. If you desire to know the certainty
  3. Of your dear father, is’t writ in your revenge
  4. That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
  5. Winner and loser?

Laertes

153
  1. None but his enemies.

Claudius

154
  1.                       Will you know them then?

Laertes

155 - 157
  1. To his good friends thus wide I’ll ope my arms,
  2. And like the kind life-rend’ring pelican,
  3. Repast them with my blood.

Claudius

158 - 164
  1.                            Why, now you speak
  2. Like a good child and a true gentleman.
  3. That I am guiltless of your father’s death,
  4. And am most sensibly in grief for it,
  5. It shall as level to your judgment ’pear
  6. As day does to your eye.
  7. A noise within:
  8. Let her come in!”

Laertes

165 - 175
  1. How now, what noise is that?
  2. Enter Ophelia.
  3. O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt
  4. Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
  5. By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight
  6. Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
  7. Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
  8. O heavens, is’t possible a young maid’s wits
  9. Should be as mortal as an old man’s life?
  10. Nature is fine in love, and where ’tis fine,
  11. It sends some precious instance of itself
  12. After the thing it loves.

Ophelia

176 - 179
  1. Song.
  2. They bore him barefac’d on the bier,
  3. Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny,
  4. And in his grave rain’d many a tear”—
  5. Fare you well, my dove!

Laertes

180 - 181
  1. Hadst thou thy wits and didst persuade revenge,
  2. It could not move thus.

Ophelia

182 - 185
  1. You must sing, A-down, a-down,”
  2. And you call him a-down-a.
  3. O how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that
  4. stole his master’s daughter.

Laertes

186
  1. This nothing’s more than matter.

Ophelia

187 - 188
  1. There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray you, love,
  2. remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.

Laertes

189
  1. A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.

Ophelia

190 - 196
  1. To Claudius.
  2. There’s fennel for you, and columbines.
  3. To Gertrude.
  4. There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it
  5. herb of grace a’ Sundays. You may wear your rue with a
  6. difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets,
  7. but they wither’d all when my father died. They say ’a made
  8. a good end
  9. Sings.
  10. For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.”

Laertes

197 - 198
  1. Thought and afflictions, passion, hell itself,
  2. She turns to favor and to prettiness.

Ophelia

199 - 209
  1. Song.
  2. And will ’a not come again?
  3. And will ’a not come again?
  4. No, no, he is dead,
  5. Go to thy death-bed,
  6. He never will come again.
  7. His beard was as white as snow,
  8. All flaxen was his pole,
  9. He is gone, he is gone,
  10. And we cast away moan,
  11. God ’a’ mercy on his soul!”
  12. And of all Christians’ souls, I pray God. God buy you.
  1. Exit.

Laertes

210
  1. Do you see this, O God?

Claudius

211 - 221
  1. Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
  2. Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
  3. Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
  4. And they shall hear and judge ’twixt you and me.
  5. If by direct or by collateral hand
  6. They find us touch’d, we will our kingdom give,
  7. Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,
  8. To you in satisfaction; but if not,
  9. Be you content to lend your patience to us,
  10. And we shall jointly labor with your soul
  11. To give it due content.

Laertes

222 - 227
  1.                         Let this be so.
  2. His means of death, his obscure funeral
  3. No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o’er his bones,
  4. No noble rite nor formal ostentation
  5. Cry to be heard, as ’twere from heaven to earth,
  6. That I must call’t in question.

Claudius

228 - 230
  1.                                 So you shall,
  2. And where th’ offense is, let the great axe fall.
  3. I pray you go with me.
  1. Exeunt.
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