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- $Title{Hamlet: Act I, Scene V}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01100.TXT}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- HAMLET
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- ACT I
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- SCENE V: Another part of the platform.
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- {Enter GHOST and HAMLET.}
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- HAMLET: Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
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- Ghost: Mark me.
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- HAMLET: I will.
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- Ghost: My hour is almost come,
- When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
- Must render up myself.
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- HAMLET: Alas, poor ghost!
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- Ghost: Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
- To what I shall unfold.
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- HAMLET: Speak; I am bound to hear.
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- Ghost: So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
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- HAMLET: What?
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- Ghost: I am thy father's spirit,
- Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, 10
- And for the day confined to fast in fires,
- Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
- Are burnt and purged 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 on end,
- Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: 20
- 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--
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- HAMLET: O God!
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- Ghost: Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
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- HAMLET: Murder!
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- Ghost: Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
- But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
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- HAMLET: Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
- As meditation or the thoughts of love, 30
- May sweep to my revenge.
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- Ghost: 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 abused: but know, thou noble youth,
- The serpent that did sting thy father's life
- Now wears his crown.
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- HAMLET: O my prophetic soul! 40
- My uncle!
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- Ghost: Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
- With witchcraft of his wit, 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 50
- 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, 60
- Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
- With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
- And in the porches of my ears did pour
- The leperous distilment; 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 doth posset
- And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
- The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; 70
- 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,
- Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
- No reckoning made, but sent to my account
- With all my imperfections on my head:
- O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! 80
- 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,
- 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: 90
- Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
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- [Exit.]
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- HAMLET: 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, while 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, 100
- 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'm sure it may be so in Denmark:
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- [Writing.]
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- So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; 110
- It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
- I have sworn 't.
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- MARCELLUS: \
- } [Within] My lord, my lord,--
- HORATIO: /
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- MARCELLUS: [Within] Lord Hamlet,--
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- HORATIO: [Within] Heaven secure him!
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- HAMLET: So be it!
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- HORATIO: [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
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- HAMLET: Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
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- {Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.}
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- MARCELLUS: How is't, my noble lord?
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- HORATIO: What news, my lord?
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- HAMLET: O, wonderful!
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- HORATIO: Good my lord, tell it.
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- HAMLET: No; you'll reveal it.
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- HORATIO: Not I, my lord, by heaven.
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- MARCELLUS: Nor I, my lord. 120
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- HAMLET: How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
- But you'll be secret?
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- HORATIO: \
- } Ay, by heaven, my lord.
- MARCELLUS: /
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- HAMLET: There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
- But he's an arrant knave.
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- HORATIO: There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
- To tell us this.
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- HAMLET: Why, right; you are i' 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 has business and desire, 130
- Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
- Look you, I'll go pray.
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- HORATIO: These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
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- HAMLET: I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
- Yes, 'faith heartily.
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- HORATIO: There's no offence, my lord.
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- HAMLET: Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
- And much offence 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, 140
- As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
- Give me one poor request.
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- HORATIO: What is't, my lord? we will.
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- HAMLET: Never make known what you have seen to-night.
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- HORATIO: \
- } My lord, we will not.
- MARCELLUS: /
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- HAMLET: Nay, but swear't.
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- HORATIO: In faith,
- My lord, not I.
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- MARCELLUS: Nor I, my lord, in faith.
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- HAMLET: Upon my sword.
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- MARCELLUS: We have sworn, my lord, already.
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- HAMLET: Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
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- Ghost: [Beneath] Swear.
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- HAMLET: Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
- truepenny? 150
- Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
- Consent to swear.
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- HORATIO: Propose the oath, my lord.
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- HAMLET: Never to speak of this that you have seen,
- Swear by my sword.
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- Ghost: [Beneath] Swear.
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- HAMLET: Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
- Come hither, gentlemen,
- And lay your hands again upon my sword:
- Never to speak of this that you have heard,
- Swear by my sword. 160
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- Ghost: [Beneath] Swear.
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- HAMLET: Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth
- so fast?
- A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
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- HORATIO: O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
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- HAMLET: 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 soe'er I bear myself, 170
- As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
- To put an antic disposition on,
- That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
- With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
- Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
- As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we
- would,'
- Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they
- might,'
- Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
- That you know aught of me: this not to do,
- So grace and mercy at your most need help you, 180
- Swear.
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- Ghost: [Beneath] Swear.
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- HAMLET: Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
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- [They swear.]
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- So, gentlemen,
- With all my love I do commend me to you:
- And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
- May do, to 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. 190
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- [Exeunt.]
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