{"product_id":"hamlet-isbn-9780143128540","title":"Hamlet","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe acclaimed Pelican Shakespeare series, now in a dazzling new series design\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWinner of the 2016 AIGA + Design Observer 50 Books | 50 Covers competition\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eGold Medal Winner of the 3x3 Illustration Annual No. 14\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis edition of \u003ci\u003eHamlet\u003c\/i\u003e is edited with an introduction by series editor A. R. Braunmuller and was recently repackaged with cover art by Manuja Waldia. Waldia received a Gold Medal from the Society of Illustrators for the Pelican Shakespeare series.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The legendary Pelican Shakespeare series features authoritative and meticulously researched texts paired with scholarship by renowned Shakespeareans. 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Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.“Gorgeous new Shakespeare paperbacks.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Marlon James, author of \u003ci\u003eA Brief History of Seven Killings\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“I have been using the Pelican Shakespeare for years in my lecture course--it's invaluable, the best individual-volume series available for students.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eMarjorie Garber, William R. Kenan, Jr. Professor of English and Visual and Environmental Studies, Harvard University\u003ci\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare \u003c\/b\u003ewas born in Stratford-upon-Avon in April, 1564, and his birth is traditionally celebrated on April 23. The facts of his life, known from surviving documents, are sparse. He died on April 23, 1616, and was buried in Holy Trinity Church, Stratford. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA. R.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003eBraunmuller \u003c\/b\u003eis Distinguished Professor of English and Comparative Literature at the University of California at Los Angeles. He has written critical volumes on George Peele and George Chapman and has edited plays in both the Oxford (\u003ci\u003eKing John\u003c\/i\u003e) and Cambridge (\u003ci\u003eMacbeth\u003c\/i\u003e) series of Shakespeare editions. He is also general editor of The New Cambridge Shakespeare. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eStephen Orgel \u003c\/b\u003eis the Jackson Eli Reynolds Professor of the Humanities at Stanford University and general editor of the Cambridge Studies in Renaissance Literature and Culture. His books include \u003ci\u003eImagining Shakespeare\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Authentic Shakespeare\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eImpersonations: The Performance of Gender in Shakespeare’s England\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Illusion of Power\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cb\u003eAct 1 Scene 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e running scene 1\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Barnardo and Francisco, two sentinels Meeting\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO Who's there?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand and unfold yourself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO Long live the king!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFRANCISCO Barnardo?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO He.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve: get thee to bed, Francisco.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,\u003cbr\u003eAnd I am sick at heart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO Have you had quiet guard?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFRANCISCO Not a mouse stirring.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO Well, goodnight.\u003cbr\u003eIf you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,\u003cbr\u003eThe rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Horatio and Marcellus\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFRANCISCO I think I hear them.- Stand! Who's there?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO Friends to this ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS And liegemen to the Dane.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFRANCISCO Give you goodnight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS O, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFRANCISCO Barnardo has my place. Give you goodnight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eExit Francisco\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS Holla! Barnardo!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO Say, what, is Horatio there?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO A piece of him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS What, has this thing appeared again tonight?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO I have seen nothing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,\u003cbr\u003eAnd will not let belief take hold of him\u003cbr\u003eTouching this dreaded sight twice seen of us:\u003cbr\u003eTherefore I have entreated him along\u003cbr\u003eWith us to watch the minutes of this night,\u003cbr\u003eThat if again this apparition come,\u003cbr\u003eHe may approve our eyes and speak to it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO Sit down awhile,\u003cbr\u003eAnd let us once again assail your ears,\u003cbr\u003eThat are so fortified against our story,\u003cbr\u003eWhat we two nights have seen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO Well, sit we down,\u003cbr\u003eAnd let us hear Barnardo speak of this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO Last night of all,\u003cbr\u003eWhen yond same star that's westward from the pole\u003cbr\u003eHad made his course t'illume that part of heaven\u003cbr\u003eWhere now it burns, Marcellus and myself,\u003cbr\u003eThe bell then beating one-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS Peace, break thee off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter the Ghost\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLook where it comes again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO In the same figure like the king that's dead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO Looks it not like the king? Mark it, Horatio.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO It would be spoke to.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS Question it, Horatio.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,\u003cbr\u003eTogether with that fair and warlike form\u003cbr\u003eIn which the majesty of buried Denmark\u003cbr\u003eDid sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS It is offended.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO See, it stalks away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! \u003ci\u003eExit the Ghost\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS 'Tis gone and will not answer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale.\u003cbr\u003eIs not this something more than fantasy?\u003cbr\u003eWhat think you on't?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO Before my God, I might not this believe\u003cbr\u003eWithout the sensible and true avouch\u003cbr\u003eOf mine own eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS Is it not like the king?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO As thou art to thyself.\u003cbr\u003eSuch was the very armour he had on\u003cbr\u003eWhen he th'ambitious Norway combated:\u003cbr\u003eSo frowned he once when, in an angry parle,\u003cbr\u003eHe smote the steelèd pole-axe on the ice.\u003cbr\u003e'Tis strange.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS Thus twice before, and just at this dead hour,\u003cbr\u003eWith martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO In what particular thought to work I know not,\u003cbr\u003eBut in the gross and scope of my opinion,\u003cbr\u003eThis bodes some strange eruption to our state.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS Good now, sit down and tell me, he that knows,\u003cbr\u003eWhy this same strict and most observant watch\u003cbr\u003eSo nightly toils the subject of the land,\u003cbr\u003eAnd why such daily cast of brazen cannon\u003cbr\u003eAnd foreign mart for implements of war:\u003cbr\u003eWhy such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task\u003cbr\u003eDoes not divide the Sunday from the week:\u003cbr\u003eWhat might be toward, that this sweaty haste\u003cbr\u003eDoth make the night joint-labourer with the day:\u003cbr\u003eWho is't that can inform me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO That can I,\u003cbr\u003eAt least, the whisper goes so: our last king,\u003cbr\u003eWhose image even but now appeared to us,\u003cbr\u003eWas, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,\u003cbr\u003eThereto pricked on by a most emulate pride,\u003cbr\u003eDared to the combat, in which our valiant Hamlet -\u003cbr\u003eFor so this side of our known world esteemed him -\u003cbr\u003eDid slay this Fortinbras, who by a sealed compact,\u003cbr\u003eWell ratified by law and heraldry,\u003cbr\u003eDid forfeit, with his life, all those his lands\u003cbr\u003eWhich he stood seized on to the conqueror:\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the which, a moiety competent\u003cbr\u003eWas gagèd by our king, which had returned\u003cbr\u003eTo the inheritance of Fortinbras,\u003cbr\u003eHad he been vanquisher, as, by the same cov'nant,\u003cbr\u003eAnd carriage of the article designed,\u003cbr\u003eHis fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,\u003cbr\u003eOf unimprovèd mettle hot and full,\u003cbr\u003eHath in the skirts of Norway here and there\u003cbr\u003eSharked up a list of landless resolutes\u003cbr\u003eFor food and diet to some enterprise\u003cbr\u003eThat hath a stomach in't, which is no other -\u003cbr\u003eAnd it doth well appear unto our state -\u003cbr\u003eBut to recover of us, by strong hand\u003cbr\u003eAnd terms compulsative, those foresaid lands\u003cbr\u003eSo by his father lost: and this, I take it,\u003cbr\u003eIs the main motive of our preparations,\u003cbr\u003eThe source of this our watch and the chief head\u003cbr\u003eOf this post-haste and rummage in the land.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Ghost again\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again!\u003cbr\u003eI'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!\u003cbr\u003eIf thou hast any sound or use of voice,\u003cbr\u003eSpeak to me:\u003cbr\u003eIf there be any good thing to be done\u003cbr\u003eThat may to thee do ease and grace to me,\u003cbr\u003eSpeak to me:\u003cbr\u003eIf thou art privy to thy country's fate -\u003cbr\u003eWhich, haply, foreknowing may avoid - O, speak!\u003cbr\u003eOr if thou hast uphoarded in thy life\u003cbr\u003eExtorted treasure in the womb of earth - [\u003ci\u003eA cock crows]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death -\u003cbr\u003eSpeak of it: stay and speak!- Stop it, Marcellus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS Shall I strike at it with my partisan?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO Do, if it will not stand. They attempt to strike it\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO 'Tis here!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO 'Tis here!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS 'Tis gone! \u003ci\u003eExit Ghost\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe do it wrong, being so majestical,\u003cbr\u003eTo offer it the show of violence,\u003cbr\u003eFor it is as the air invulnerable,\u003cbr\u003eAnd our vain blows malicious mockery.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBARNARDO It was about to speak when the cock crew.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO And then it started like a guilty thing\u003cbr\u003eUpon a fearful summons. I have heard\u003cbr\u003eThe cock, that is the trumpet to the day,\u003cbr\u003eDoth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat\u003cbr\u003eAwake the god of day, and at his warning,\u003cbr\u003eWhether in sea or fire, in earth or air,\u003cbr\u003eTh'extravagant and erring spirit hies\u003cbr\u003eTo his confine: and of the truth herein\u003cbr\u003eThis present object made probation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS It faded on the crowing of the cock.\u003cbr\u003eSome say that ever gainst that season comes\u003cbr\u003eWherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,\u003cbr\u003eThe bird of dawning singeth all night long,\u003cbr\u003eAnd then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad:\u003cbr\u003eThe nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,\u003cbr\u003eNo fairy talks, nor witch hath power to charm,\u003cbr\u003eSo hallowed and so gracious is the time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHORATIO So have I heard and do in part believe it.\u003cbr\u003eBut, look, the morn in russet mantle clad,\u003cbr\u003eWalks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.\u003cbr\u003eBreak we our watch up, and by my advice,\u003cbr\u003eLet us impart what we have seen tonight\u003cbr\u003eUnto young Hamlet, for upon my life,\u003cbr\u003eThis spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.\u003cbr\u003eDo you consent we shall acquaint him with it,\u003cbr\u003eAs needful in our loves, fitting our duty?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCELLUS Let's do't, I pray, and I this morning know\u003cbr\u003eWhere we shall find him most conveniently. \u003ci\u003eExeunt\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 2\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003erunning scene 2\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Claudius King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet,\u003cbr\u003ePolonius, Laertes and his sister Ophelia, Lords Attendant\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death\u003cbr\u003eThe memory be green, and that it us befitted\u003cbr\u003eTo bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom\u003cbr\u003eTo be contracted in one brow of woe,\u003cbr\u003eYet so far hath discretion fought with nature\u003cbr\u003eThat we with wisest sorrow think on him\u003cbr\u003eTogether with remembrance of ourselves.\u003cbr\u003eTherefore our sometime sister, now our queen,\u003cbr\u003eTh'imperial jointress of this warlike state,\u003cbr\u003eHave we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,\u003cbr\u003eWith one auspicious and one dropping eye,\u003cbr\u003eWith mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,\u003cbr\u003eIn equal scale weighing delight and dole,\u003cbr\u003eTaken to wife; nor have we herein barred\u003cbr\u003eYour better wisdoms, which have freely gone\u003cbr\u003eWith this affair along. For all, our thanks.\u003cbr\u003eNow follows that you know young Fortinbras,\u003cbr\u003eHolding a weak supposal of our worth,\u003cbr\u003eOr thinking by our late dear brother's death\u003cbr\u003eOur state to be disjoint and out of frame,\u003cbr\u003eColleaguèd with the dream of his advantage,\u003cbr\u003eHe hath not failed to pester us with message\u003cbr\u003eImporting the surrender of those lands\u003cbr\u003eLost by his father, with all bonds of law,\u003cbr\u003eTo our most valiant brother. So much for him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Voltemand and Cornelius\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow for ourself and for this time of meeting,\u003cbr\u003eThus much the business is: we have here writ\u003cbr\u003eTo Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras -\u003cbr\u003eWho, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears\u003cbr\u003eOf this his nephew's purpose - to suppress\u003cbr\u003eHis further gait herein, in that the levies,\u003cbr\u003eThe lists and full proportions, are all made\u003cbr\u003eOut of his subject. And we here dispatch\u003cbr\u003eYou, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,\u003cbr\u003eFor bearing of this greeting to old Norway,\u003cbr\u003eGiving to you no further personal power\u003cbr\u003eTo business with the king, more than the scope\u003cbr\u003eOf these dilated articles allow. \u003ci\u003e[Gives a paper]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFarewell, and let your haste commend your duty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVOLTEMAND In that, and all things, will we show our duty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eExeunt Voltemand and Cornelius\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd now, Laertes, what's the news with you?\u003cbr\u003eYou told us of some suit: what is't, Laertes?\u003cbr\u003eYou cannot speak of reason to the Dane\u003cbr\u003eAnd lose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,\u003cbr\u003eThat shall not be my offer, not thy asking?\u003cbr\u003eThe head is not more native to the heart,\u003cbr\u003eThe hand more instrumental to the mouth,\u003cbr\u003eThan is the throne of Denmark to thy father.\u003cbr\u003eWhat wouldst thou have, Laertes?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLAERTES Dread my lord,\u003cbr\u003eYour leave and favour to return to France,\u003cbr\u003eFrom whence though willingly I came to Denmark\u003cbr\u003eTo show my duty in your coronation,\u003cbr\u003eYet now I must confess, that duty done,\u003cbr\u003eMy thoughts and wishes bend again towards France\u003cbr\u003eAnd bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLONIUS He hath, my lord:\u003cbr\u003eI do beseech you, give him leave to go.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Take thy fair hour, Laertes: time be thine,\u003cbr\u003eAnd thy best graces spend it at thy will.-\u003cbr\u003eBut now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHAMLET A little more than kin and less than kind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING How is it that the clouds still hang on you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHAMLET Not so, my lord:- I am too much i'th'sun. [\u003ci\u003eAside?\u003c\/i\u003e]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGERTRUDE Good Hamlet, cast thy nightly colour off,\u003cbr\u003eAnd let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.\u003cbr\u003eDo not forever with thy veilèd lids\u003cbr\u003eSeek for thy noble father in the dust:\u003cbr\u003eThou know'st 'tis common, all that lives must die,\u003cbr\u003ePassing through nature to eternity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHAMLET Ay, madam, it is common.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGERTRUDE If it be,\u003cbr\u003eWhy seems it so particular with thee?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHAMLET 'Seems', madam? Nay it is: I know not 'seems'.\u003cbr\u003e'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,\u003cbr\u003eNor customary suits of solemn black,\u003cbr\u003eNor windy suspiration of forced breath,\u003cbr\u003eNo, nor the fruitful river in the eye,\u003cbr\u003eNor the dejected 'haviour of the visage,\u003cbr\u003eTogether with all forms, moods, shows of grief,\u003cbr\u003eThat can denote me truly: these indeed seem,\u003cbr\u003eFor they are actions that a man might play,\u003cbr\u003eBut I have that within which passeth show;\u003cbr\u003eThese but the trappings and the suits of woe.\u003cbr\u003eKING 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,\u003cbr\u003eTo give these mourning duties to your father:\u003cbr\u003eBut you must know your father lost a father,\u003cbr\u003eThat father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound\u003cbr\u003eIn filial obligation for some term\u003cbr\u003eTo do obsequious sorrow. But to persever\u003cbr\u003eIn obstinate condolement is a course\u003cbr\u003eOf impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief:\u003cbr\u003eIt shows a will most incorrect to heaven,\u003cbr\u003eA heart unfortified, a mind impatient,\u003cbr\u003eAn understanding simple and unschooled.\u003cbr\u003eFor what we know must be and is as common\u003cbr\u003eAs any the most vulgar thing to sense,\u003cbr\u003eWhy should we in our peevish opposition\u003cbr\u003eTake it to heart? Fie, 'tis a fault to heaven,\u003cbr\u003eA fault against the dead, a fault to nature,\u003cbr\u003eTo reason most absurd, whose common theme\u003cbr\u003eIs death of fathers, and who still hath cried,\u003cbr\u003eFrom the first corpse till he that died today,\u003cbr\u003e'This must be so.' We pray you throw to earth\u003cbr\u003eThis unprevailing woe, and think of us\u003cbr\u003eAs of a father; for let the world take note,\u003cbr\u003eYou are the most immediate to our throne,\u003cbr\u003eAnd with no less nobility of love\u003cbr\u003eThan that which dearest father bears his son,\u003cbr\u003eDo I impart towards you. For your intent\u003cbr\u003eIn going back to school in Wittenberg,\u003cbr\u003eIt is most retrograde to our desire,\u003cbr\u003eAnd we beseech you bend you to remain\u003cbr\u003eHere in the cheer and comfort of our eye,\u003cbr\u003eOur chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGERTRUDE Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:\u003cbr\u003eI prithee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHAMLET I shall in all my best obey you, madam.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply.\u003cbr\u003eBe as ourself in Denmark.- Madam, come:\u003cbr\u003eThis gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet\u003cbr\u003eSits smiling to my heart, in grace whereof,\u003cbr\u003eNo jocund health that Denmark drinks today\u003cbr\u003eBut the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,\u003cbr\u003eAnd the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again,\u003cbr\u003eRe-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eExeunt. Hamlet remains\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHAMLET O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,\u003cbr\u003eThaw and resolve itself into a dew!\u003cbr\u003eOr that the Everlasting had not fixed\u003cbr\u003eHis canon gainst self-slaughter! O God, O God!\u003cbr\u003eHow weary, stale, flat and unprofitable\u003cbr\u003eSeem to me all the uses of this world!\u003cbr\u003eFie on't! O, fie, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden\u003cbr\u003eThat grows to seed: things rank and gross in nature\u003cbr\u003ePossess it merely. That it should come to this!\u003cbr\u003eBut two months dead: nay, not so much, not two.\u003cbr\u003eSo excellent a king, that was to this\u003cbr\u003eHyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother\u003cbr\u003eThat he might not beteem the winds of heaven\u003cbr\u003eVisit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,\u003cbr\u003eMust I remember? Why, she would hang on him\u003cbr\u003eAs if increase of appetite had grown\u003cbr\u003eBy what it fed on, and yet within a month -\u003cbr\u003eLet me not think on't: frailty, thy name is woman! -\u003cbr\u003eA little month, or ere those shoes were old\u003cbr\u003eWith which she followed my poor father's body,\u003cbr\u003eLike Niobe, all tears: why she, even she -\u003cbr\u003eO, heaven! A beast that wants discourse of reason\u003cbr\u003eWould have mourned longer - married with mine uncle,\u003cbr\u003eMy father's brother but no more like my father\u003cbr\u003eThan I to Hercules. Within a month?\u003cbr\u003eEre yet the salt of most unrighteous tears\u003cbr\u003eHad left the flushing of her gallèd eyes,\u003cbr\u003eShe married. O, most wicked speed, to post\u003cbr\u003eWith such dexterity to incestuous sheets!\u003cbr\u003eIt is not nor it cannot come to good:\u003cbr\u003eBut break my heart, for I must hold my tongue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Horatio, Barnardo and Marcellus\u003c\/i\u003e","brand":"Penguin Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46299878686949,"sku":"NP9780143128540","price":11.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780143128540.jpg?v=1767728638","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/hamlet-isbn-9780143128540","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}