Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 486 words
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Pluck them asunder. Hamlet, Hamlet. Good my Lord be quiet. Why I will fight with him upon this Theme. Until my eyelids will no longer wag. Oh my Son, what Theme? I loved Ophelia; forty thousand Brothers Can not (with all there quantity of Love) Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her? Oh he is mad Laertes, For love of God forbear him. Come show me what thou'lt do. Wilt weep? Wilt fight? Wilt tear thyself? Wilt drink up Esile, eat a Crocodile? I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine; To outface me with leaping in her Grave? Be buried quick with her, and so will I. And if thou prate of Mountains; let them throw Millions of Acres on us; till our ground Singeing his pate against the burning Zone, Make Ossa like a wart. Nay, and thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou. This is mere Madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him: Anon as patiented as the female Dove, When that her golden Cuplet are disclosed; His silence will sit drooping. Hear you Sir: What is the reason that you use me thus? I loud you ever; but it is no matter: Let Hercules himself do what he may, The Cat will Mew, and Dog will have his day. I pray you good Horatio wait upon him, Strengthen you patience in our last night's speech, we'll put the matter to the present push: Good Gertrude set some watch over your Son, This Grave shall have a living Monument: An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; Till then, in patience our proceeding be. So much for this Sir; now let me see the other, You do remember all the Circumstance. Remember it my Lord? Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fight, That would not let me sleep; me thought I lay Worse than the mutines in the Bilboes, rashly, (And praise be rashness for it) let us know, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our dear plots do paule, and that should teach us, There's a Divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. That is most certain. up from my Cabin My sea-gown scarfed about me in the dark, Groped I to find out them; had my desire, Fingered their Packet, and in fine, withdrew To mine own room again, making so bold, (My fears forgetting manners) to unseal Their grand Commission, where I found Horatio, Oh royal knavery: An exact command, Larded with many several sorts of reason; Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, With ho, such Bugs and Goblins in my life, That on the superuize no leisure bated, No not to stay the grinding of the Axe, My head should be struck off. Is't possible? Here's the Commission, read it at more leisure: But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed? I beseech you.
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Pluck them aſunder. Hamlet, Hamlet. Good my Lord be quiet. Why I will fight with him vppon this Theme. Vntill my eielids will no longer wag. Oh my Sonne, what Theame? I lou'd Ophelia; fortie thouſand Brothers Could not (with all there quantitie of Loue) Make vp my ſumme. What wilt thou do for her? Oh he is mad Laertes, For loue of God forbeare him. Come ſhow me what thou'lt doe. Woo't weepe? Woo't fight? Woo't teare thy ſelfe? Woo't drinke vp Eſile, eate a Crocodile? Ile doo't. Doſt thou come heere to whine; To outface me with leaping in her Graue? Be buried quicke with her, and ſo will I. And if thou prate of Mountaines; let them throw Millions of Akers on vs; till our ground Sindging his pate againſt the burning Zone, Make Oſſa like a wart. Nay, and thoul't mouth, Ile rant as well as thou. This is meere Madneſſe: And thus awhile the fit will worke on him: Anon as patient as the female Doue, When that her golden Cuplet are diſclos'd; His ſilence will ſit drooping. Heare you Sir: What is the reaſon that you vſe me thus? I loud you euer; but it is no matter: Let Hercules himſelfe doe what he may, The Cat will Mew, and Dogge will haue his day. I pray you good Horatio wait vpon him, Strengthen you patience in our laſt nights ſpeech, Wee'l put the matter to the preſent puſh: Good Gertrude ſet ſome watch ouer your Sonne, This Graue ſhall haue a liuing Monument: An houre of quiet ſhortly ſhall we ſee; Till then, in patience our proceeding be. So much for this Sir; now let me ſee the other, You doe remember all the Circumſtance. Remember it my Lord? Sir, in my heart there was a kinde of fighting, That would not let me ſleepe; me thought I lay Worſe then the mutines in the Bilboes, raſhly, (And praiſe be raſhneſſe for it) let vs know, Our indiſcretion ſometimes ſerues vs well, When our deare plots do paule, and that ſhould teach vs, There's a Diuinity that ſhapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. That is moſt certaine. Vp from my Cabin My ſea-gowne ſcarft about me in the darke, Grop'd I to finde out them; had my deſire, Finger'd their Packet, and in fine, withdrew To mine owne roome againe, making ſo bold, (My feares forgetting manners) to vnſeale Their grand Commiſſion, where I found Horatio, Oh royall knauery: An exact command, Larded with many ſeuerall ſorts of reaſon; Importing Denmarks health, and Englands too, With hoo, ſuch Bugges and Goblins in my life, That on the ſuperuize no leaſure bated, No not to ſtay the grinding of the Axe, My head ſhoud be ſtruck off. Iſt poſſible? Here's the Commiſſion, read it at more leyſure: But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed? I beſeech you.