Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once! Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me. Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else? And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart; 170 And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat 175 I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! (Exit.) (Writing.) That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; Ham. How say you, then; would heart of man once think it? But you'll be secret? Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark 200 But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. And so, without more circumstance at all, 210 Such as it is; and, for mine own poor part, Look I'll you, go pray. Hor These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Hor There's no offence, my lord. Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, 215 For your desire to know what is between us, 220 Give me one poor request. Hor. What is't, my lord? we will. Ham. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Ham. Hor. My lord, not I. Mar Nay, but swear't. In faith, Nor I, my lord, in faith. We have sworn, my lord, already. Ham. Upon my sword. Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. 225 Ghost (beneath). Swear. Ham. Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, true-penny?— Come on; you hear this fellow in the cellarage; Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen. 230 Swear by my sword. Ghost (beneath). Swear. Ham. Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword: 235 Never to speak of this that you have heard; 240 Swear by my sword. Ghost (beneath). Swear. Ham. Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast? A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends. Hor O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in our philosophy. How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, 250 With arms encumber'd thus, or this head-shake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,' 255 That you know aught of me: this not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Ghost (beneath). Swear. Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen, 265 The time is out of joint; O cursed spite, HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON LIFE AND DEATH. To be, or not to be: that is the question: And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep, 10 To sleep! perchance to dream! ay, there's the rub; That makes calamity of so long life; 16 For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, 20 When he himself might his quietus make (They swear.) (Exeunt.) To grunt and sweat under a weary life, And makes us rather bear those ills we have 80 Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, First Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd. 'Give me,' quoth I: 'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, 10 I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. Sec. Witch. I'll give thee a wind. First Witch. Thou art kind. Third Witch. And I another. First Witch. I myself have all the other; 15 And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I' the shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay: Sec. Witch. Show me, show me. First Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. 80 Third Witch. A drum, a drum! (Drum within.) Macbeth doth come. All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: 35 Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine. Peace! the charm's wound up. Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Macb. So foul and fair a day 1 have not seen. Ban. 40 So wither'd, and so wild in their attire, What are these That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, 45 Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, 50 Macb. Speak, if you can: what are you? First Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth, Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner 65 You greet with present grace and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, 60 Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate. First Witch. Hail! Sec. Witch. Hail! Third Witch. Hail! 65 First Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. Sec. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 70 Third Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! First Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis; 75 No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence |