larger
tether
May he walk than may be given you;
in few, do not believe his vows.
- I charge you: Come your ways.
- I shall obey, my lord.
Look, my lord, it comes!
Angels and ministers of grace
defend us!
It beckons you
to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
Look, with what courteous action
It waves you to a more removed ground.
- But do not go with it.
- No, by no means!
It will not speak here.
Go on! I'll follow thee.
- You shall not go, my lord.
- Hold off your hands!
Be ruled, you shall not go.
My fate cries out.
Unhand me, gentlemen!
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him
that lets me!
I say, away!
Go on. I'll follow you.
Something is rotten in the state of
Denmark.
Heaven will direct it.
Where wilt thou lead me? I'll go no
further.
Mark me.
I will.
And lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
Speak, I'm bound to hear.
So art thou to revenge, when thou
shalt hear.
What?
List, list, O, list!
If thou did ever
Thy dear father love.
O God!
Revenge his foul and most unnatural
murder.
Murder!
Murder most foul, as in the best
it is,
But this most foul, strange and
unnatural.
'Tis given out that, sleeping in my
orchard,
A serpent stung me.
The whole Denmark is by a forged
Process of my death rankly abused.
But know,
thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy
father's life
Now wears his crown.
O my prophetic soul!
- My uncle?
- Ay.
That adulterate beast won
To his shameful lust the will of my
queen.
But, soft!
Methinks I scent the morning air.
Brief let me be.
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in my ear poured the distilment.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's
hand
Of life,
of crown,
of queen, at once dispatched.
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, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Not let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother.
Fare thee well at once!
The glow-worm
shows the morn to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
Adieu,
adieu,
adieu! Remember me.
Remember me...
The time is out ofjoint. O cursed
spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.
Give him this money and these notes,
Reynaldo.
I will, my lord.
You shall do marvelous wisely, good
Reynaldo, before you visit him,
To make inquiry of his behaviour.
- God be with ye! Fare ye well!
- Good my lord!
Observe his inclination in yourself.
I shall, my lord.
And let him ply his music.
How now, Ophelia! What's the matter?
O, my lord, my lord!
I have been so affrighted!
With what, in the name of God?
As I was sewing in my chamber,
Lord Hamlet came...
Thou still has been the father of
good news.
Have I, my lord? Assure you I hold
my duty.
And I do think, or else this brain of
mine
Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
As it hath used to do,
That I have found
The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
I doubt it is no other but the main -
His father's death, and our overhasty
marriage.
My daughter, in her duty and obedience,
hath given me this.
"To the celestial and my soul's idol,
the most beautiful Ophelia"
Came this from Hamlet to her?
But how hath she received his love?
I went round to work, And my young
mistress thus I did bespeak:
"Lord Hamlet is a prince,
out of thy star."
She took the fruits of my advice,
And he, repulsed, a short tale to make,
Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
Thence to a watch, thence into
a weakness,
Thence to a lightness, and, by this
Declension, into the madness.
Do you think 'tis this?
It may be.
Take this from this,
If this be otherwise.
- How may we try it further?
- You know,
Sometimes he walks four hours together
here.
At such a time I'll loose my daughter
to him. Be