I’m sorry they offend you, heartily.Yes faith, heartily. Rest, rest, perturbèd spirit! Argal, he that is not guilty of his own. Fare thee well at once. Sayst thou so? So, uncle, there you are. Hold off the earth awhile Till I have caught her once more in mine arms. Ah, ha, boy! There is no ancient gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers. If you can’t answer it, admit it—. I’ll do it. Your flashes of high spirits that used to set the whole table roaring with laughter? There’s another. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the graveTo tell us this. He was the first person who ever bore arms. Detailed quotes explanations with page numbers for every important quote on the site. So make that grave immediately. From me, whose love was of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage, and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine. fine revolution, an we had the trick to see ’t. Let’s go back inside together. First performed around 1600, Hamlet tells the story of a prince whose duty to revenge his father’s death entangles him in philosophical problems he can’t solve.Shakespeare’s best-known play is widely regarded as the most influential literary work ever written. Let us go in together, And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, (As I perchance hereafter shall think meet, That you, at such times seeing me, never shall—. But wait. [sings] A pickax and a spade, a spade, For and a shrouding sheet, Oh, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet. He said, “Remember me.” I’ve sworn I would. PDF downloads of all 1408 LitCharts literature guides, and of every new one we publish. [They fight] I ask you, please remove your fingers from my throat. Take revenge for his awful and horrible murder. To ’t again, come. I knewhim, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Hic et ubique? Now come, let’s go. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf. Mine ache to think on ’t. Then we’ll shift our ground. It was the day that young Hamlet was born—the one who’s insane and got sent to England. Anon, as patient as the female dove When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping. That is Laertes, a very noble youth, mark. Or a courtier, who used to say, “Good night, my sweet lord! Here hung those lips that I have. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that.I will speak to this fellow.—Whose grave’s this, sirrah? The queen, the courtiers—who is this they follow, The corse they follow did with desperate hand. Who is it that they’re following? mock your own grinning? Why then does he bother eavesdropping on Hamlet and Ophelia? Explain the … Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead. If you can’t answer it, admit it—. Therefore make her grave straight. If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not. And if you babble about mountains, then let them throw millions of acres over us until the peak scrapes against sun and makes Mount Ossa look like a wart. If thou, answerest me not to the purpose, confess thyself—. This not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear. The Scripture says Adam digged. Why, couldn’t that be a lawyer’s skull? Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. himself, it is, will he nill he, he goes. I’ve been the handyman here for thirty years, since I was a boy. Why, e’en so. Faith, if he be not rotten before he die—as we have many pocky corses nowadays that will scarce hold the laying in— he will last you some eight year or nine year. So the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forgèd process of my death Rankly abused. Where are your jokes now? He poured a flagon, of Rhenish on my head once. Her death was doubtful. Canst work i’ th’ earth so fast?A worthy pioneer! You go wherever your business takes you—since every man has some business to take care of, whatever it is. The hour has almost come when I must return to the torment of the flames of purgatory. Where wilt thou lead me? Should I include hell too? We would be disrespectful to the other dead if we sang the same requiem for her that we sang for those who died peacefully. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio. You lie out on ’t, sir, and therefore it is not yours. Dost thou think Alexander looked o’ this fashion i’ th’, To what base uses we may return, Horatio. Why, there thou sayst. like thy wit well, in good faith. Farewell! It makes me nauseated to think of it. Where are all his lawyerly quibbles, his cases, and his tricks? As I was sleeping in the orchard—as I used to do every afternoon—your uncle snuck up and poured a vial of henbane poison into my ear. I loved Ophelia. Does this man not understand the seriousness of what he’s doing? Never to speak of this that you have heard. That’s right, old mole. Whose do you think it was? Actually understand Hamlet Act 1, Scene 5. You don’t know that? You, as your business and desire shall point you—. Quite chapfallen? This might be the skull of Lord So-and-So, who praised Lord So-and-So’s horse when he wanted to borrow it, right? I’ll fight him on this topic until my eyelids cease to blink. Why do you treat me like this? Keep beating, my heart, and muscles, don’t grow suddenly old—hold me upright. Everything is wrong these days. Remember thee! It’s perfectly reasonable to think of it: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returned to dust, the dust is dirt, and dirt is used to make the material we use to stop up holes. And now this idiot is grasping it. So will I. modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it, as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander, returneth to dust, the dust is earth, of earth we make. This fellow might be in ’s time a great, buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his, fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. Hamlet quizzes about important details and events in every section of the book. Clearly Claudius knows Hamlet is feigning madness (see line 2) and likely believes the reason is thwarted ambition . It is me, Hamlet the Dane. Line-by-line modern translations of every Shakespeare play and poem. How are you, good lord?”. My bones ache to think about it. This fit will stay with him for a little while. Oh, damn three times, damn thirty times the cursed one whose actions stole your brilliant mind. Why, right, you are right. The glow of light on the horizon shows that morning is near. And the more pity that great, folk should have countenance in this world to drown or, hang themselves more than their even Christian. Do you not know the Bible? But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. We have to speak precisely, or his word play will defeat us. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in. Oh, fie! We have to speak precisely, or his word play will defeat us. Never to speak of this that you have seen.Swear by my sword. O villain, villain, smiling, damnèd villain! This is I, Hamlet the Dane. And shall I couple hell? It’s mine, sir. The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen. Take your hands off me. Therefore, you’re lying. Goodbye! Only those who aren't used to that kind of work are more sensitive to it. We will build a monument for this grave that will last forever. O all you host of heaven! That fool flings it to the ground as if belonged to Cain, who committed the first murder! As for me,’ll go and pray. I should write down that one can smile and smile, and still be a villain. I’ll do it. I’ve performed all the rites that I’m allowed to perform. Why, e’en so. It’s perfectly reasonable to think of it: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returned to dust, the dust is dirt, and dirt is used to make the material we use to stop up holes. This fit will stay with him for a little while. [writes] So, uncle, there you are. Now, Hamlet, listen. The Roman Emperor Caesar, dead and turned to clay, might block a hole to keep the wind away. times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! Never tell anyone what you’ve seen tonight. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. List, list, O, list! [To HORATIO] Please, Horatio, tell me something. Lord, Horatio, I’ve been noticing this for the last three years. Therefore, the gallows may do well to you. After all, you can’t make a slow donkey run by beating it. Are you down there, my trusty fellow? How long will a man lie in his grave before he starts to rot? Mine ache to think on ’t. Once more remove, good friends. [throws up a skull], [Singing] But old age has snuck up on me  And caught me in his claws, And has shipped me into the ground  As if I’d never been like that. From the creators of SparkNotes, something better. I was sent to death with all my sins still on my head. Stage Direction.Elsinore, the modern Helsingor, a seaport on the north-east coast of Denmark, to the north-west of Copenhagen: A platform before the castle, a terrace in front of the castle, up and down which the sentinels patrolled. Listen, listen, oh, listen! [to LAERTES] Strengthen your patience in our last night’s speech. I like your humor, I swear. Do his feelings for Gertrude play a role in his decision? Haste me to know ’t, that I, with wings as swift, And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed. there, or, if he do not, it’s no great matter there. He sings atgrave- making. How literal this jokester is! This same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the king’s jester. The gallows-maker, for that frame outlives a thousand tenants. Get free homework help on William Shakespeare's Hamlet: play summary, scene summary and analysis and original text, quotes, essays, character analysis, and filmography courtesy of CliffsNotes. Will you ha’ the truth on ’t? That skull had a tongue in it and could sing once. I ask you, please remove your fingers from my throat. But keep your lips sealed, please. Hum! Give me leave. The commoners have become so sophisticated that they’re nipping at the heels of noblemen. Good Gertrude, please set some kind of watch over your son. Never make known what you have seen tonight. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating. Why, right, you are right. I have been sexton here, man and, Faith, if he be not rotten before he die—as we have, many pocky corses nowadays that will scarce hold the, laying in— he will last you some eight year or nine, Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade that he, will keep out water a great while, and your water is a, Here’s a skull now. The love of forty thousand brothers, added together, could not match mine. [He puts down the skull]. Oh, everyone on earth! I can rant as well as you. One who used to be a woman, sir, but is now dead, bless her soul. Remember you? I’m going to talk to this man. By God! There’s ne’er a villain dwelling in all Denmark, There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave. these bones cost no more the breeding but to play at. The time is out of joint. Every fool can tell that. Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall t’ expel the winter’s flaw! This fellow might be in ’s time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, hisfines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. And curd, like eager droppings into milk. Her death was questionable. You’re not able to mock your own grinning skull now, are you? Don’t let the bed of the Danish king be a nest of incest. The deeds to his properties would barely fit in this coffin—and that coffin is all he gets to have? It makes me nauseated to think of it. With his evil wit and traitorous gifts—oh wicked wit and gifts, that have the power to seduce!—he convinced my seemingly virtuous queen to give in to his lust. All the people there are as crazy as he is. Because he was insane. The cat will mew and dog will have his day. Now to my word. O villain, villain, smiling, damnèd villain! Where’s my notebook? A man who makes leather will last nine years. Do you want the truth? Would heart of man once think it?But you’ll be secret? [To HORATIO] What, the beautiful Ophelia? This doth betoken The corse they follow did with desperate hand Fordo its own life. As for this ghost, he’s an honest one, I’ll tell you that. The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls his kibe. The official story is that a poisonous snake bit me while I was sleeping in the orchard. Give me leave. The Bible says Adam dug. There the men are as mad as he. Your gambols? To what base uses we may return, Horatio. When I to sulfurous and tormenting flames, Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing, Doomed for a certain term to walk the night. Adieu, adieu, adieu. Struggling with distance learning? That’s a lively lie, sir, jumping like that from me to you. What a miner you are! If the man goes into the water and drowns himself, he is—whether you like or not—the one doing it. If this had not been a, gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o’, Why, there thou sayst. Therefore thou, One that was a woman, sir, but, rest her soul, she’s. I was sent to death with all my sins still on my head. PDF downloads of all 1408 LitCharts literature guides, and of every new one we publish. Touching this vision here, It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you. Woo’t fast? Why, yes. Maybe he was a great landowner, with his bonds, his deeds, and his rents. [sings] But age with his stealing steps Hath clawed me in his clutch, And hath shipped me into the land As if I had never been such. The very conveyances of his lands will, hardly lie in this box, and must the inheritor himself. There’s not a villain in Denmark who isn’t a complete liar . Then he’ll be as calm as a female dove waiting for a pair of eggs to hatch. So will I. Till of this flat a mountain you have made, Now pile the dirt onto the living and the dead, until you’ve made this flat ground into mountain, Bears such an emphasis, whose phrase of sorrow, Who is the man whose grief is so profound, whose words of sadness makes the stars stand still in the heavens. Let’s hide and watch for a while. Yes, you poor ghost, as long as I have any memory in my distracted head. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defense? I tell thee she is. All murder is awful, but this one was even more awful, startling, and unnatural. How dost thou understand the, The Scripture says Adam digged. Now to my word. He gave me piggy-back rides a thousand times, and now..how awful my imagination is! Strengthen your patience in our last night’s speech. There’s ne’er a villain dwelling in all DenmarkBut he’s an arrant knave. The next time someone asks you this riddle, say “a gravedigger.” The houses he makes last till Judgment Day. Why, couldn’t that be a lawyer’s skull? There’s another. Good. Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven. [He writes] So, uncle, there you are. So, uncle, there you are. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fearful porpentine. I think it be thine, indeed, for thou liest in ’t. Remember you? Make her laugh at that. Exactly. After all, you can’t make a slow donkey run by beating it. Oh, Hamlet, she fell so far! What wilt thou do for her? Touching this vision here. LitCharts Teacher Editions. Now, Hamlet, hear. Struggling with distance learning? Hold off thy hand. [indicates a skull] Here’s a skull now. The gallows do well. He hath borne me on his back a thousandtimes, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! Got that? ‘Tis for the dead, not for the quick. Here stands, the man. If the man goes into the water and drowns himself, he is—whether you like or not—the one doing it. You go wherever your business takes you—since every man has some business to take care of, whatever it is. For here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act. We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. Will you ha’ the truth on ’t? We’ll handle this issue very soon. Got that? How dost thou understand the Scripture? That poison—which is like a natural enemy of blood—spreads like quicksilver through the veins and curdles the blood.