Hamlet

Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear 
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you, on this fair mountain, leave to feed
And batten on this moor? Ha! Have you eyes?    
You cannot call it love, for at your age 
The heyday in the blood is tame. It's humble
And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment
Would step from this to this? What devil was't
That thus has cozened you at hoodman-blind?    
Oh shame, where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, 
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth, let virtue be as wax
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame    
When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively does burn,
And reason pardons will.

Gertrude

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[Enter Ghost.]

Hamlet   

[Seeing the Ghost]

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Ghost

[The ghost gestures toward Gertrude]

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Hamlet

[Exit Ghost.]

Gertrude

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Hamlet

[Pointing to Polonius' body]
[Pointing to dead Polonius]

Gertrude

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Hamlet 

[Pointing to Polonius' body] 
[Exit Hamlet, dragging Polonius.]

Gertrude

                                              Oh, Hamlet speak no more! 
Thou turn'st mine very eyes into my soul,
And there I see such black and grainèd spots    
As will not leave their tinct.

Hamlet

                                                   Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamèd bed,
Stewed in corruption, honeying and making love    
Over the nasty sty ...

Gertrude

Hamlet

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[Enter Ghost.]

Hamlet   

[Seeing the Ghost]

Gertrude   

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Ghost

[The ghost gestures toward Gertrude]

Hamlet   

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[Exit Ghost.]

Gertrude

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[Pointing to Polonius' body]
[Pointing to dead Polonius]

Gertrude

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Hamlet 

[Pointing to Polonius' body] 
[Exit Hamlet, dragging Polonius.]

Gertrude

                                              Oh, Hamlet speak no more! 
Thou turn'st mine very eyes into my soul,
And there I see such black and grainèd spots    
As will not leave their tinct.

Hamlet

                                                   Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamèd bed,
Stewed in corruption, honeying and making love    
Over the nasty sty ...

Gertrude

                                          Oh, speak to me no more! 
These words, like daggers, enter in my ears.
No more, sweet Hamlet.

Hamlet

Gertrude

[Enter Ghost.]

Hamlet   

[Seeing the Ghost]

Gertrude   

Hamlet

Ghost

[The ghost gestures toward Gertrude]

Hamlet   

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[Exit Ghost.]

Gertrude

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[Pointing to Polonius' body]
[Pointing to dead Polonius]

Gertrude

Hamlet

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Hamlet 

[Pointing to Polonius' body] 
[Exit Hamlet, dragging Polonius.]

Gertrude   

Alas, how is't with you 
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with th' incorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,      
Start up and stand an end. Oh gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

Hamlet

On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares! 
His form and cause conjoined, preaching to stones,    
Would make them capable. [To Ghost] Do not look upon me,
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects. Then what I have to do
Will want true color — tears perchance for blood.

Hamlet

On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares! 
His form and cause conjoined, preaching to stones,    
Would make them capable. [To Ghost] Do not look upon me,
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects. Then what I have to do
Will want true color — tears perchance for blood.

Hamlet

Not this by no means that I bid you do:
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed,    
Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse,
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses
Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out —
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know, 
For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?
Hamlet
[Hamlet picks up two paintings]
[Pointing to the picture of King Hamlet]
[Pointing to a picture of Claudius]

Gertrude

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[Enter Ghost.]

Hamlet   

[Seeing the Ghost]

Gertrude   

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Ghost

[The ghost gestures toward Gertrude]

Hamlet   

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Hamlet

[Exit Ghost.]

Gertrude

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Hamlet

[Pointing to Polonius' body]
[Pointing to dead Polonius]

Gertrude

Hamlet

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Hamlet

I must to England, you know that?

Gertrude

                                                           Alack, 
I had forgot. 'Tis so concluded on.

Hamlet 

[Pointing to Polonius' body] 
This man shall set me packing.    
I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room.
Mother, good night. Indeed, this counselor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave. 
[To Polonius’s body] Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.     
Good night, mother.
[Exit Hamlet, dragging Polonius.]
Hamlet
[Hamlet picks up two paintings]
[Pointing to the picture of King Hamlet]
[Pointing to a picture of Claudius]

Gertrude

Hamlet

Gertrude

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Gertrude

[Enter Ghost.]

Hamlet   

[Seeing the Ghost]

Gertrude   

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Ghost

[The ghost gestures toward Gertrude]

Hamlet   

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Hamlet

[Exit Ghost.]

Gertrude

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Hamlet

[Pointing to Polonius' body]
[Pointing to dead Polonius]

Gertrude

Hamlet

Gertrude

Hamlet

I must to England, you know that?

Gertrude

                                                           Alack, 
I had forgot. 'Tis so concluded on.

Hamlet 

[Pointing to Polonius' body] 
This man shall set me packing.    
I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room.
Mother, good night. Indeed, this counselor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave. 
[To Polonius’s body] Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.     
Good night, mother.
[Exit Hamlet, dragging Polonius.]

Claudius

Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage, 
For we will fetters put upon this fear    
Which now goes too free-footed.

Both

                                                     We will haste us.
[Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players (actors)]

Hamlet

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to 
you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as
many of your players do, I had as lief the town crier had
spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with
your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent,
tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of your passion,
you acquire and beget a temperance that may give
it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a 
robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to 
tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings,
who for the most part are capable of nothing but
inexplicable dumb shows and noise. I could have such a    
fellow whipped for o’erdoing Termagant. It out-Herods     
Herod. Pray you avoid it.

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