Hamlet - William Shakespeare

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      Break we our watch up; and by my advice

      Let us impart what we have seen to-night

      Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,

      This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

      Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, 195

      As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?

      Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know

      Where we shall find him most conveniently.

      Exeunt.

      Act I, Scene 2.

      Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle.

      Flourish. [Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes and his sister Ophelia, Voltemand, Cornelius, Lords, and Attendants].

      Claudius. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

      The memory be green, and that it us befitted

      To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom

      To be contracted in one brow of woe,

      Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature 205

      That we with wisest sorrow think on him

      Together with remembrance of ourselves.

      Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,

      Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state,

      Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy, 210

      With an auspicious, and a dropping eye,

      With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage,

      In equal scale weighing delight and dole,

      Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd

      Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone 215

      With this affair along. For all, our thanks.

      Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,

      Holding a weak supposal of our worth,

      Or thinking by our late dear brother's death

      Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, 220

      Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,

      He hath not fail'd to pester us with message

      Importing the surrender of those lands

      Lost by his father, with all bands of law,

      To our most valiant brother. So much for him. 225

      Now for ourself and for this time of meeting.

      Thus much the business is: we have here writ

      To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,

      Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears

      Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress 230

      His further gait herein, in that the levies,

      The lists, and full proportions are all made

      Out of his subject; and we here dispatch

      You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,

      For bearers of this greeting to old Norway, 235

      Giving to you no further personal power

      To business with the King, more than the scope

      Of these dilated articles allow. [Gives a paper.]

      Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.

      Cornelius. [with Voltemand] In that, and all things, will we show our duty. 240

      Claudius. We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell.

      [Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius.]

      And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?

      You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes?

      You cannot speak of reason to the Dane 245

      And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Laertes,

      That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?

      The head is not more native to the heart,

      The hand more instrumental to the mouth,

      Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. 250

      What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

      Laertes. My dread lord,

      Your leave and favour to return to France;

      From whence though willingly I came to Denmark

      To show my duty in your coronation, 255

      Yet now I must confess, that duty done,

      My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France

      And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

      Claudius. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?

      Polonius. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave 260

      By laboursome petition, and at last

      Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent.

      I do beseech you give him leave to go.

      Claudius. Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine,

      And thy best graces spend it at thy will! 265

      But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son-

      Hamlet. [aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind!

      Claudius. How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

      Hamlet. Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun.

      Gertrude. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, 270

      And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

      Do not for ever with thy vailed lids

      Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

      Thou know'st 'tis common. All that lives must die,

      Passing through nature to eternity. 275

      Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common.

      Gertrude. If it be,

      Why seems it so particular with thee?

      Hamlet. Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.'

      'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, 280

      Nor

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