按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
try； Directly seasons him his enemy。 But； orderly to end where I begun；
Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are
overthrown； Our thoughts are ours； their ends none of our own。 So think
thou wilt no second husband wed； But die thy thoughts when thy first lord
is dead。 Queen。 Nor earth to me give food； nor heaven light； Sport and
repose lock from me day and night； To desperation turn my trust and hope；
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope； Each opposite that blanks the
face of joy Meet what I would have well； and it destroy； Both here and
hence pursue me lasting strife； If； once a widow； ever I be wife！
Ham。 If she should break it now！
King。 'Tis deeply sworn。 Sweet； leave me here awhile。 My spirits grow
dull； and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep。 Queen。 Sleep
rock thy brain； ＇He＇ sleeps。 And never come mischance between us twain！
Exit。
Ham。 Madam； how like you this play？ Queen。 The lady doth protest
too much； methinks。 Ham。 O； but she'll keep her word。 King。 Have you
heard the argument？ Is there no offence in't？ Ham。 No； no！ They do but
jest； poison in jest； no offence i' th' world。 King。 What do you call the play？
47
… Page 48…
THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET； PRINCE OF DENMARK
Ham。 'The Mousetrap。' Marry； how？ Tropically。 This play is the image of a
murther done in Vienna。 Gonzago is the duke's name； his wife； Baptista。
You shall see anon。 'Tis a knavish piece of work； but what o' that？ Your
Majesty； and we that have free souls； it touches us not。 Let the gall'd jade
winch； our withers are unwrung。
Enter Lucianus。This is one Lucianus； nephew to the King。 Oph。 You
are as good as a chorus； my lord。 Ham。 I could interpret between you and
your love； if I could see the puppets dallying。 Oph。 You are keen； my lord；
you are keen。 Ham。 It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge。 Oph。
Still better； and worse。 Ham。 So you must take your husbands。… Begin；
murtherer。 Pox； leave thy damnable faces； and begin！ Come； the croaking
raven doth bellow for revenge。
Luc。 Thoughts black； hands apt； drugs fit； and time agreeing；
Confederate season； else no creature seeing； Thou mixture rank； of
midnight weeds collected； With Hecate's ban thrice blasted； thrice infected；
Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life usurp
immediately。Pours the poison in his ears。
Ham。 He poisons him i' th' garden for's estate。 His name's Gonzago。
The story is extant； and written in very choice Italian。 You shall see anon
how the murtherer gets the love of Gonzago's wife。 Oph。 The King rises。
Ham。 What； frighted with false fire？ Queen。 How fares my lord？ Pol。 Give
o'er the play。 King。 Give me some light！ Away！ All。 Lights； lights； lights！
Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio。 Ham。 Why； let the strucken deer go
weep； The hart ungalled play；For some must watch； while some must
sleep： Thus runs the world away。 Would not this； sir； and a forest of
feathers… if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me…with two Provincial
roses on my raz'd shoes； get me a fellowship in a cry of players； sir？ Hor。
Half a share。 Ham。 A whole one I！For thou dost know； O Damon dear；This
realm dismantled wasOf Jove himself； and now reigns hereA very； very…
pajock。 Hor。 You might have rhym'd。 Ham。 O good Horatio； I'll take the
ghost's word for a thousand pound！ Didst perceive？ Hor。 Very well； my
lord。 Ham。 Upon the talk of the poisoning？ Hor。 I did very well note him。
Ham。 Aha！ Come； some music！ Come； the recorders！For if the King like
not the comedy；Why then； belike he likes it not； perdy。 Come； some
48
… Page 49…
THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET； PRINCE OF DENMARK
music！
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern。
Guil。 Good my lord； vouchsafe me a word with you。 Ham。 Sir； a whole
history。 Guil。 The King； sir… Ham。 Ay； sir； what of him？ Guil。 Is in his
retirement； marvellous distemper'd。 Ham。 With drink； sir？ Guil。 No； my
lord； rather with choler。 Ham。 Your wisdom should show itself more richer
to signify this to the doctor； for me to put him to his purgation would
perhaps plunge him into far more choler。 Guil。 Good my lord； put your
discourse into some frame； and start not so wildly from my affair。 Ham。 I
am tame； sir； pronounce。 Guil。 The Queen； your mother； in most great
affliction of spirit hath sent me to you。 Ham。 You are welcome。 Guil。 Nay；
good my lord； this courtesy is not of the right breed。 If it shall please you
to make me a wholesome answer； I will do your mother's commandment；
if not； your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business。 Ham。
Sir； I cannot。 Guil。 What； my lord？ Ham。 Make you a wholesome answer；
my wit's diseas'd。 But； sir； such answer as I can make； you shall command；
or rather； as you say； my mother。 Therefore no more； but to the matter！ My
mother； you say… Ros。 Then thus she says： your behaviour hath struck her
into amazement and admiration。 Ham。 O wonderful son； that can so
stonish a mother！ But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's
admiration？ Impart。 Ros。 She desires to speak with you in her closet ere
you go to bed。 Ham。 We shall obey； were she ten times our mother。 Have
you any further trade with us？ Ros。 My lord； you once did love me。 Ham。
And do still； by these pickers and stealers！ Ros。 Good my lord； what is
your cause of distemper？ You do surely bar the door upon your own
liberty； if you deny your griefs to your friend。 Ham。 Sir； I lack
advancement。 Ros。 How can that be； when you have the voice of the King
himself for your succession in Denmark？ Ham。 Ay； sir； but 'while the grass
grows'… the proverb is something musty。
Enter the Players with recorders。
O； the recorders！ Let me see one。 To withdraw with you… why do you
go about to recover the wind of me； as if you would drive me into a toil？
Guil。 O my lord； if my duty be too bold； my love is too unmannerly。 Ham。
I do not well understand that。 Will you play upon this pipe？ Guil。 My lord；
49
… Page 50…
THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET； PRINCE OF DENMARK
I cannot。 Ham。 I pray you。 Guil。 Believe me； I cannot。 Ham。 I do beseech
you。 Guil。 I know； no touch of it； my lord。 Ham。 It is as easy as lying。
Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumbs； give it breath with
your mouth； and it will discourse most eloquent music。 Look you； these
are the stops。 Guil。 But these cannot I command to any utt'rance of
harmony。 I have not the skill。 Ham。 Why； look you now； how unworthy a
thing you make of me！ You would play upon me； you would seem to know
my stops； you would pluck out the heart of my mystery； you would sound
me from my lowest note to the top of my compass； and there is much
music； excellent voice； in this little organ； yet cannot you make it speak。
'Sblood； do you think I am easier to be play'd on than a pipe？ Call me what
instrument you will； though you can fret me； you cannot play upon me。
Enter Polonius。
God bless you； sir！ Pol。 My lord； the Queen would speak with you； and
presently。 Ham。 Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel？
Pol。 By th' mass； and 'tis like a camel indeed。 Ham。 Methinks it is like a
weasel。 Pol。 It is back'd like a weasel。 Ham。 Or like a whale。 Pol。 Very like
a whale。 Ham。 Then will I come to my mother by…and…by。… They fool me
to the top of my bent。… I will come by…and…by。 Pol。 I will say so。Exit。 Ham。
'By…and…by' is easily said。… Leave me； friends。 ＇Exeunt all but Hamlet。＇
'Tis now the very witching time of night； When churchyards yawn； and
hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world。 Now could I drink hot
blood And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on。 Soft！
now to my mother！ O heart； lose not thy nature； let not ever The soul of
Nero enter this firm bosom。 Let me be cruel； not unnatural； I will speak
daggers to her； but use none。 My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites…
How in my words somever she be shent； To give them seals never； my
soul； cons