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Flourish. Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, the Council, as Polonius, and his son Laertes, Hamlet, with others, among them Voltemand and Cornelius. KING Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature 5 That we with wisest sorrow think on him Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Th’ imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we (as ’twere with a defeated joy, 10 With an auspicious and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole) Taken to wife. Nor have we herein barred Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone 15 With this affair along. For all, our thanks. Now follows that you know. Young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth Or thinking by our late dear brother’s death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, 20 Colleaguèd with this dream of his advantage, He hath not failed to pester us with message Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bonds of law, To our most valiant brother—so much for him. 25 Now for ourself and for this time of meeting. Thus much the business is: we have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew’s purpose, to suppress 30 His further gait herein, in that the levies, The lists, and full proportions are all made Out of his subject; and we here dispatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway, 35 Giving to you no further personal power To business with the King more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. Giving them a paper. Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty. CORNELIUS/VOLTEMAND In that and all things will we show our duty. 40 | Claudius, the new King of Denmark, gives his inaugural address to the court. He manages to explain away the fact that he has married his brother's widow, Gertrude, only a month after her husband's death. No one has any issues with this. Conveniently, marrying the Queen also meant that Claudius got to become King. No one has any issues with this either. Go figure. Claudius sends two courtiers, Voltemand and Cornelius, to Norway with the following message to young Fortinbras' uncle, the King of Norway: "How about telling your bratty little nephew to quit thinking about attacking Denmark?" |
KING We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell. Voltemand and Cornelius exit. And now, Laertes, what’s the news with you? You told us of some suit. What is ’t, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, 45 Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. 50 What wouldst thou have, Laertes? | King Claudius then turns to Laertes and asks what would make him happy. |
LAERTES My dread lord, Your leave and favor to return to France, From whence though willingly I came to Denmark To show my duty in your coronation, 55 Yet now I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. KING Have you your father’s leave? What says Polonius? | Laertes wants to go to France, and Claudius says he'd better check with Laertes' father, Polonius. |
POLONIUS Hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave 60 By laborsome petition, and at last Upon his will I sealed my hard consent. I do beseech you give him leave to go. | The response from Polonius: A grudging okay. He hates to see his son go, but Laertes has made a good case for himself. |
KING Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will.— 65 But now, my cousin Hamlet and my son— | With all that out of the way, Claudius gets down to business: dealing with Hamlet, his nephew...and his son. (Which is just a little weird.) |
HAMLET, aside A little more than kin and less than kind. KING How is it that the clouds still hang on you? HAMLET Not so, my lord; I am too much in the sun. | Hamlet makes a snarky comment under his breath remark about being more than "kin" (because of the double relationship of nephew/son) but less than "kind." Kind is K-I-N + D, so it's more than kin, but Hamlet isn't particularly fond of his uncle, so he doesn't feel very kindly toward him. Now that's some pretty witty snark. |
QUEEN Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off, 70 And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not forever with thy vailèd lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know’st ’tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. 75 HAMLET Ay, madam, it is common. QUEEN If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? | Since Hamlet's been moody lately, Gertrude tells him to cut it out already. Everybody dies, and Hamlet should really ditch his all black get-up for some more cheerful clothes. |
HAMLET “Seems,” madam? Nay, it is. I know not “seems.” ’Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, 80 Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, 85 That can denote me truly. These indeed “seem,” For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passes show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe. | Hamlet responds tensely and sarcastically and makes a big deal about how his inner grief and anguish is more intense than any outward "show" (dark clothing, somber behavior, etc.). |
KING ’Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, 90 Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father. But you must know your father lost a father, That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term 95 To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness. ’Tis unmanly grief. It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, 100 An understanding simple and unschooled. For what we know must be and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart? Fie, ’tis a fault to heaven, 105 A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd, whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse till he that died today, “This must be so.” We pray you, throw to earth 110 This unprevailing woe and think of us As of a father; for let the world take note, You are the most immediate to our throne, And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son 115 Do I impart toward you. For your intent In going back to school in Wittenberg, It is most retrograde to our desire, And we beseech you, bend you to remain Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, 120 Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. QUEEN Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet. I pray thee, stay with us. Go not to Wittenberg. | Claudius says it's very sweet that Hamlet misses his dad so much, but all this grief is pretty unmanly. He tells Hamlet to buck up, roll with it, and consider Claudius his new father. Claudius also says that Hamlet should stick around instead of going back to school in Wittenberg, Germany. For some reason both Claudius and Gertrude would rather have Hamlet stay with them for now. |
HAMLET I shall in all my best obey you, madam. KING Why, ’tis a loving and a fair reply. 125 Be as ourself in Denmark.—Madam, come. This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart, in grace whereof No jocund health that Denmark drinks today But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, 130 And the King’s rouse the heaven shall bruit again, Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away. Flourish. All but Hamlet exit. | Hamlet says fine, and the King and Queen exit with their courtiers, leaving the moody and depressed Prince alone. |
HAMLET O, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed 135 His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God, God, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on ’t, ah fie! ’Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed. Things rank and gross in nature 140 Possess it merely. That it should come to this: But two months dead—nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven 145 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and Earth, Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. And yet, within a month (Let me not think on ’t; frailty, thy name is woman!), 150 A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father’s body, Like Niobe, all tears—why she, even she (O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourned longer!), married with my 155 uncle, My father’s brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her gallèd eyes, 160 She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. | Hamlet reveals that he is contemplating suicide and wishes that his "flesh" would "melt." Yep, he's serious. If Hamlet were a real person and alive today, he'd probably be diagnosed with clinical depression. In Shakespeare's day, there was another term for this: melancholy. In any case, Hamlet's got a lot on his mind, mainly his mother's hasty marriage to his uncle: it's ripped apart the foundations of his universe. She seemed like she really loved his father and acted heartbroken when he died, but she must have been faking it. How else could she have remarried so quickly? If his own mother is selfish and deceitful, then obviously the world and all the people in it suck. Since everything and everyone is corrupted, Hamlet thinks suicide would be a good idea. |
Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Barnardo. HORATIO Hail to your Lordship. 165 HAMLET I am glad to see you well. Horatio—or I do forget myself! HORATIO The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. HAMLET Sir, my good friend. I’ll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?— 170 Marcellus? MARCELLUS My good lord. HAMLET I am very glad to see you. To Barnardo. Good even, sir.— But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? 175 HORATIO A truant disposition, good my lord. HAMLET I would not hear your enemy say so, Nor shall you do my ear that violence To make it truster of your own report Against yourself. I know you are no truant. 180 But what is your affair in Elsinore? We’ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. HORATIO My lord, I came to see your father’s funeral. | Enter Horatio, one of Hamlet's buddies from Wittenberg and the guy we saw earlier on the battlements. He's accompanied by Marcellus and Bernardo, whom we also saw on the battlements. Horatio explains that he's in town for King Hamlet's funeral. |
HAMLET I prithee, do not mock me, fellow student. I think it was to see my mother’s wedding. 185 HORATIO Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. HAMLET Thrift, thrift, Horatio. The funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! 190 My father—methinks I see my father. | Ah-ha-ha, says Hamlet; don't you mean Gertrude's wedding? But really, same difference. In fact, they used the leftover snacks from the funeral wake at the wedding reception. (Hamlet actually says this). Then he blows Horatio's mind by saying he thinks he sees his father. |
HORATIO Where, my lord? HAMLET In my mind’s eye, Horatio. HORATIO I saw him once. He was a goodly king. HAMLET He was a man. Take him for all in all, 195 I shall not look upon his like again. HORATIO My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. HAMLET Saw who? HORATIO My lord, the King your father. HAMLET The King my father? 200 HORATIO Season your admiration for a while With an attent ear, till I may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen This marvel to you. HAMLET For God’s love, let me hear! 205 | What? Where? Horatio wants to know, but Hamlet says it's just in his mind. Oh. Okay. Horatio, on the other hand, says he actually saw King Hamlet last night, and these other guys are his witnesses. Hamlet wants to hear all about it. |
HORATIO Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encountered: a figure like your father, Armed at point exactly, cap-à-pie, 210 Appears before them and with solemn march Goes slow and stately by them. Thrice he walked By their oppressed and fear-surprisèd eyes Within his truncheon’s length, whilst they, distilled Almost to jelly with the act of fear, 215 Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did, And I with them the third night kept the watch, Where, as they had delivered, both in time, Form of the thing (each word made true and good), 220 The apparition comes. I knew your father; These hands are not more like. | Horatio gives Hamlet all the deets. |
HAMLET But where was this? MARCELLUS My lord, upon the platform where we watch. HAMLET Did you not speak to it? 225 HORATIO My lord, I did, But answer made it none. Yet once methought It lifted up its head and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak; But even then the morning cock crew loud, 230 And at the sound it shrunk in haste away And vanished from our sight. HAMLET ’Tis very strange. HORATIO As I do live, my honored lord, ’tis true. And we did think it writ down in our duty 235 To let you know of it. HAMLET Indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch tonight? ALL We do, my lord. HAMLET Armed, say you? 240 ALL Armed, my lord. HAMLET From top to toe? ALL My lord, from head to foot. | Hamlet has a bunch of questions: Where did they see the ghost? (On the platform, during their watch.) Did they talk to it? (They tried.) Will they be on watch again tonight? (Yup.) And the ghost was armed? From head to toe? (Yes and yes.) |
HAMLET Then saw you not his face? HORATIO O, yes, my lord, he wore his beaver up. 245 HAMLET What, looked he frowningly? HORATIO A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. HAMLET Pale or red? HORATIO Nay, very pale. HAMLET And fixed his eyes upon you? 250 HORATIO Most constantly. HAMLET I would I had been there. HORATIO It would have much amazed you. HAMLET Very like. Stayed it long? HORATIO While one with moderate haste might tell a 255 hundred. BARNARDO/MARCELLUS Longer, longer. HORATIO Not when I saw ’t. HAMLET His beard was grizzled, no? HORATIO It was as I have seen it in his life, 260 A sable silvered. HAMLET I will watch tonight. Perchance ’twill walk again. HORATIO I warrant it will. | Hamlet gets answers to several more questions about the ghost, and then says that's it—he's gotta see it for himself. He'll join them for the watch tonight. |
HAMLET If it assume my noble father’s person, 265 I’ll speak to it, though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, If you have hitherto concealed this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsomever else shall hap tonight, 270 Give it an understanding but no tongue. I will requite your loves. So fare you well. Upon the platform, ’twixt eleven and twelve, I’ll visit you. ALL Our duty to your Honor. 275 | Hamlet sets a time to meet everyone at the platform and tells them to keep all this ghost business quiet for now. |
HAMLET Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell. All but Hamlet exit. My father’s spirit—in arms! All is not well. I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! Till then, sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s 280 eyes. He exits. | Once everyone is gone, Hamlet indulges in some genius observations: His dad's ghost showing up armed is probably a bad sign. He suspects foul play and promises to get to the bottom of this. |