All language subtitles for Part II

Go, Captain, from me greet the Danish king.
Tell him that by his license...

...Fortinbras craves the conveyance
of a promised march over his kingdom

You know the rendezvous

If that his majesty would aught with us,
we shall express our duty eye to eye

- Let him know so
- I will do it, my lord

Go softly on

- Good sir, whose powers are these?
- They are of Norway, sir

- How purposed, sir, I pray you?
- Against some pan of Poland

- Who commands them?
- The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras

Goes it against the main of Poland,
or for some frontier?

Truly to speak and with no addition...

...we go to gain a little patch of ground
that hath no profit but the name

To pay five ducats, five,
I would not farm it

- Why then, the Polack never will defend it
- It is already garrisoned

Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
will not debate the question of this straw

Will it please you go, my lord'?

- I humbly thank you, sir
- God buy you, sir

- Will it please your grace to go along with us?
- I'll be with you straight, go a little before

How all occasions do inform against me
and spur my dull revenge

I do not know why yet I live to say
this thing's to do...

...since I have cause and will
and strength and means to do it

Examples gross as earth exhort me

Witness this army of such mass and charge,
led by a delicate and tender prince

Whose spirit, with divine ambition puffed,
makes mouths at the invisible event...

...exposing what is mortal and unsure
to all that fortune, death and danger dare

Even for an egg shell

How stand I then,
that have a father killed, a mother stained

Incitements to my reason and my blood,
and let all sleep

While to my shame I see the imminent death
of twenty thousand men...

...that for a fantasy and trick of fame
go to their graves like beds

Fight for a plot which is not tomb enough
and continent to hide the slain

My lord, we stay upon your leisure

Oh from this time forth
my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth

I will not speak with her.
What would she have?

She speaks much of her father,
says she hears there's tricks abroad

Speaks things in doubt
that carry but half sense

Her speech is nothing, but the unshaped use of it
doth move the hearers to collection

They aim at it, and stitch up the words
to fit their own thoughts

'Twere better she were spoken with

For she may strew dangerous conjectures
in ill-breeding minds

Let her come in

To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
each toy seems prologue to some great amiss

Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

How now, Ophelia?

How should I your true love know
from another one?

By his cockle hat and staff
and his sandal shoon

- Alas sweet maid, what imports this song'?
- Say you'? Nay, pray you mark

He is dead and gone lady,
he is dead and gone

At his head a grass green turf,
at his heels a stone

- Nay, but Ophelia...
- Pray you mark

White his shroud
as the mountain snow...

- Alas, look here my lord
- ...larded with sweet flowers

Which bewept to the grave did not go
with true love showers

- How do you, gentle lady?
- Well, God yield you

Lord, we know what we are,
but not what we may be

If you find him not this month,
you shall nose him as you go up the stairs

- Conceit upon her father
- Pray you, let's have no words of that

To the celestial and my soul's idol,
the most beautified Ophelia

Pretty Ophelia...

Doubt that the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move

Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love

Be wary then,
best safety lies in fear

Indeed?
'Tis in my memory locked

How say'st thou? Think yourself a baby.
I shall obey, my lord

How long hath she been thus?

I hope all will be well.
We must be patient

But I cannot choose to weep
to think they should lay him in the cold ground

My brother shall know of it.
And so I thank you for your good counsel

Come, my coach. Goodnight ladies,
goodnight sweet ladies, goodnight, goodnight

Follow her close,
give her good watch, I pray you

Oh Gertrude, when sorrows come,
they come not single spies but in battalions

First her father slain,
next your son gone...

...and he most violent author
of his own just remove

The people muddied,
thick and unwholesome...

...in their thoughts and whispers
of good Polonius's death

And we have done but greenly
to inter him without due ceremony

Poor Ophelia, divided from herself
and her fair udgement...

...without the which we are pictures
or mere beasts

- What noise is this?
- Save yourself, my lord

Young Laertes, in a riotous head,
overbears your officers

The rabble call him lord
and cry 'Choose we, Laertes shall be king'

Caps, hands and tongues
applaud it to the clouds, Laertes shall be king'

- Oh thou vile king, give me my father
- Calmly, good Laertes

That drop of blood that's calm
proclaims me bastard

What is the cause, Laertes,
that thy rebellion looks so giant-like?

Tell me, Laertes,
why thou art thus incensed?

- Where is my father?
- Dead

- But not by me
- Let him demand his fill

How came he dead?
I'll not be juggled with

To hell allegiance, vows to the blackest devil,
conscience and grace to the profoundest pit

I dare damnation. Let come what will come,
only I'll be revenged most thoroughly for my father

- Who shall stay you?
- My will, not all the world

And for my men, I'll marshal them so well
we shall go far with little

Good Laertes, if you desire to mew
the certainty of your dear father'ls death...

...is it writ in your revenge that wildly you will
draw both friend and foe, winner and loser?

- None but his enemies
- Will you know them then?

To his good friends
thus wide I'll ope my arms

And like the life-rendering pelican
repast them with my blood

Why, now you speak like a good child
and a true gentleman

That I am guiltless
of your father's death...

...it shall as level to your judgment pierce
as day does to your eye

If you desire to know...

Oh heat dry up my brains

Oh rose of May,
dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia

Oh heavens, is it possible a young maid's wits
should be as mortal as an old man's life'?

Hadst thou thy wits and didst persuade revenge,
it could not move thus

They bore him bare faced on the bier
and on his grave rains many a tear

Fare you well, my dove

You must sing down-a-down,
a down-a-down

Oh how the wheel becomes it

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.
Pray love, remember

And there is pansies,
that's for thoughts

There's fennel for you,
and columbines

There's rue for you, that's for repentance.
Oh you must wear your rue with a difference

I would give you some violets,
but they withered all when my father died

They say he made a good end

Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself
she tums to favour and to prettiness

Will he not come again,
and will he not come again

No, no he is dead,
go to thy death bed

He never will come again

His beard as white as snow,
all flaxen was his poll

He is gone, he is gone,
and we castaway moan

Do you see this, O God?

Laertes, I must commune with your grief
or you deny me fight

Go with me. Make choice
of whom your wisest friends you will

And they shall hear and judge
'twixt you and me

If by direct or by collateral hand
they find us touched...

...we will our kingdom give, our crown, our life
and all that we call ours to you in satisfaction

But if not, be you content
to lend your patience to us

And we shall jointly labour with your soul
to give it due content

Let this be so.
His means of death, his obscure burial...

No noble rite nor formal ostentation,
cry to be heard from heaven to earth

And where the offence is,
let the great axe fall. I pray you, come with me

- What are they that would speak with me?
- They say they have letters for you

I do not know from what pan of the world
I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet

- How now, what news?
- God bless you, sir

- Let him bless thee too
- He shall, sir, if it please him

There's a letter for you, sir, if your name
be Horatio, as I am let to know it is

Stay yet.
You shall have the hearing of it

Horatio,
when thou shalt have overlooked this...

...give these fellows some means to the king,
they have letters for him

Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate
of very warlike appointment gave us chase

Finding ourselves too slow of sail,
we put on a compelled valour

In the grapple I boarded them,
on the instant they got clear our ship...

...so I alone became their prisoner

But they have dealt with me
like thieves of mercy

And these good fellows
will bring thee where I am

Repair thou to me with as much haste
as thou wouldst fly death

I have words to speak in your ear
will make thee dumb

He that thou knowest thine,
Hamlet

Come, I will give you way
for these your letters, and do it the speedier...

...that you may direct me to him
from whom you brought them

Now must your conscience
my acquittal seal

And you must put me in your heart for friend
since you have heard, and with a knowing ear...

...that he who hath your noble father slain
pursued my life

It well appears.
But tell me why you proceeded not...

"against these feats so crimeful
and so capital in nature

For two special reasons, which may
to you perhaps seem much unsinewed

And yet to me they are strong.
The queen his mother lives almost by his looks

And for myself, my virtue or my plague,
whiche'er it be, she's so conducive...

...to my life and soul that as the star moves not
but in his sphere, I could not but by her

The other motive
why to a public count I might not go...

...is the great love
the common crowd do bear him

Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
convert his sins to graces

So that my arrows,
too slightly timbered for so loud a wind...

...would have reverted to my bow again
and not where I had aimed them

And so have I a noble father lost

A sister driven into desperate terms
who had, if praises may go back again...

...stood challenger on mount of all the age
for her perfections

- But my revenge will come
- Break not your sleep for that

You must not think that we are made
of stuff so flat and dull...

...that we can let our state
be shook with danger and think it pastime

How now, what news?

- Letters, my lord from Hamlet
- Who brought them?

I saw them not, they were given to me
by Matthius, he received them

Laertes, you shall hear them.
Leave us

High and mighty you should know
I am set naked on your kingdom

Tomorrow shall I beg
to see your kingly eyes...

...when I shall recount the occasion
of my sudden and most strange return. Hamlet

What should this mean?
Are all the rest come back?

Or is it some abuse?
Or no such thing?

Let him come.
It warms the very sickness in my heart...

...that I shall live and tell him to his teeth
'Thus diest thou'

If it be so,
Yet how should it be so? How chemise'?

- ...will you be ruled by me'?
- If you'll not o'errule me to a peace

Laertes, was your father dear to you'?

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
a face without a heart?

- Why ask you this'?
- Hamlet returns. What would you undertake...

...to show yourself your father's son
in deed more than in word?

To cut his throat in a church

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize.
Revenge should know no bounds

So let me work him. An exploit is there
ripe in my device, under the which...

...he shall not choose but fall,
and for his death no wind of blame shall breathe

But even his mother shall uncharge
the practice and call it accident

But how now, sweet queen

One woe doth tread upon another's heels,
so fast they follow

Your sister's drowned, Laertes

Drowned, how?

There is a willow grows aslant a brook
that shows his pale leaves in the glassy stream

There with fantastic garlands did she come
of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies and long purples

There on the pendant boughs
her coronet weeds clambering to hang...

...an envious sliver broke, and down her weedy
trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook

Her clothes spread wide,
and mermaid-like a while they bore her up

Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,
as one insensible of her own distress

Or like a creature native
and inured unto that element

But long it could not be till that her garments,
heavy with their drink...

...pulled the poor wretch
from her melodious lay to muddy death

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
and therefore I forbid my tears

But yet it is our trick. Nature her custom holds,
let shame say what it will

Adieu my lord. I have a speech of fire
that fain would blaze, but that this folly damps it

How much I had to do to calm his rage

New fear I this will give it start again,
therefore let's follow

But they knew what they did,
I was to do a good tum for them

And Rosencrantz and Guildenstern?

Hold their course for England.
Of them I have much to tell thee

- Wilt hear the circumstance?
- Aye, my lord

Upon that first night, before my capture,
I lay my weary spirit down abed

But in my heart there was a kind of fighting
that would not let me sleep

Rashly, and praised be rashness for it...

Let us know our indiscretion
sometimes serves us well

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
rough-hew them how we will

That is most certain

Up from my cabin, a blanket
scarfed around me in the dark...

Groped I to find them out, had my desire,
fingered their warrant

And, in fine, withdrew to mine own cabin again
making so bold, my fears forgetting manners...

...to unseal their grand commission.
Where I found, Horatio, oh royal knavery!

...an exact command,
larded with many several sons of reason...

...importing Denmark's health and England's too,
to hasten now the grinding of the axe

My head should be struck off

- Is it possible?
- Here's the commission, read it at your leisure

- But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?
- I beseech you

I sat me down, devised a new commission,
wrote it fair

I once did hold it a baseness to write fair,
and laboured much how to forget that learning

Oh, but new it did me faithful service.
Wilt thou know the effects of what I wrote'?

- Aye, my good lord
- An earnest conjuration from the king

That on the view and know of these contents...

...he should the bearers put to sudden death,
no shriving time allowed

- How was this sealed?
- Why, even that was heavenly ordained

I had my father's signet in my purse.
I folded the writ up in form of the other...

...signed it, gave it the impression,
placed it safely, the changeling never known

And the next day was our sea fight.
What to this was sequent thou knowest already

Who comes here?
Repair my lord, withdraw us for a while

Is she to be buried in Christian burial
that wilfully seeks her own salvation?

I tell thee she is. The coroner hath sat on it
and finds it Christian burial

How can that be,
unless she drowned herself in her own defence?

- Why, 'tis found so
- Give me leave

Here lies the water,
here stands the man

If the water come to him and drown him,
he drowns not himself

But if the man go to the water
and drown himself, he goes

- Mark you that
- Will you have the truth of it?

If this were not a gentlewoman, she should
have been buried out of Christian burial

Why, there thou sayest

And the more pity that great folk
should have countenance in this world...

...to drown or hang themselves
more than their fellow Christian

There is no proper gentlemen
but gardeners, ditchers and grave-makers

- They hold up Adam's profession
- Was he a gentleman?

- He was, the first that ever bore arms
-Why, he had none

What, art thou a heathen?
How doth thou understand the scripture?

The scripture says Adam digged.
Could he dig without arms?

I'll put another question to thee.
What is he that builds stronger...

...than either the mason,
the shipwright or the carpenter?

The gallows-maker,
for that frame outlives a thousand tenants

I like thy wit well in good faith,
the gallows does well. But to it again, come

Who builds stronger than a mason,
a shipwright or a carpenter?

- Aye, tell me that
- Many now, I can tell, I can tell

- To it, then
- Mass, I cannot tell

Cudgel thy brains no more about it,
and when you are asked this question next...

...say a grave-maker.
The houses that he makes last till Doomsday

Has this fellow no feeling of his business
that he sings at grave-making?

Custom hath made it in him
a property of easiness

That skull had a tongue in it
and could sing once

How the knave jowls it to the ground.
It might be the pate of a politician...

...which this ass o'eroffices,
one that could circumvent God, might it not?

- It might, my lord
- Did these bones cost no more in the breeding...

...but to play at loggets with them?
Mine ache to think on't

There's another.
Why might not that be the skull of a lawyer?

So does he suffer this rude knave to knock him
about the sconce with a dirty shovel...

...and cannot tell him of his action of battery.
I will speak to this fellow

Whose grave is this, sir?

- Mine, sir
- No, what man dost thou dig it for?

- For no man, sir
- What woman, then?

- For none neither
- Who is to be buried in it?

One that was a woman, sir.
But, God rest her soul, she's dead

How absolute the knave is

- How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
- Of all the days in the year...

...I came to it that day
that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras

- How long is that since?
- Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that

It was the very day that young Hamlet was born,
he that was mad and sent into England

- Many, why was he sent into England?
- Because he was mad

He'll recover his wits there,
or if he do not, it's no great matter

- Why?
- Twill not be seen in him

There the men are as mad as he

- How came him mad?
- Very strangely, they say

- How strangely? Upon what ground?
- Why, here in Denmark

How long will a man lie in the earth
ere he rot?

I' faith, if he be not rotten before he die,
he will last you some eight year or nine year

- A tanner will last you nine year
- Why he more than another?

Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade
he will keep out water a great deal

And your water is a sore decayer
of your whoreson dead body

Now here's a skull has lain in the earth
three and twenty years

- Whose was it?
- A whoreson mad fellow's it was

He poured a flagon of rhenish
on my head once

This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull,
the king's jester

- This?
- Even that

Let me see.
Alas, poor Yorick

I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest,
of most excellent fancy

He hath home me on his back
a thousand times

Here hung those lips
that I have kissed I know not how oft

How abhorred my imagination is,
my gorge rises at it

Where be your gibes now,
your gambols, your songs?

Your flashes of merriment
that were wont to set the table on a roar?

No one now to mock your own grinning?

But soft, but soft, aside.
Here comes the king, the queen, and court

Who is that they follow?
And with such maimed rites?

This doth betoken the corpse they follow
did with a desperate hand foredo its own life

'Twas some estate.
Couch we a while and mark

What ceremony else?

That is Laertes.
What makes him from France?

What ceremony else?

Her obsequies have been as far enlarged
as we have warrants

Her death was doubtful and, but that great
command o'ersways the order...

...she should in ground unsanctified
have lodged till the last trumpet

For charitable prayer, shards, flints
and pebbles should be thrown on her

Yet here she is allowed her virgin rites,
her maiden strewments...

...and the bringing home
of bell and burial

- Must there no more be done?
- No more be done

We should profane the service of the dead
to sing sage requiem and such rest to her...

...as to peace-paned souls.
Lay her in the earth

And from your fair and unpolluted flesh
may violets spring

I tell thee, churlish priest, a ministering angel
shall my sister be when thou liest howling

What, the fair Ophelia?

Sweets to the sweet, farewell

I hoped thou wouldst have been
my Hamlet's wife

I thought thy bride-bed to have decked,
sweet maid, and not to have strewed thy grave

Hold off the earth a while
till I have caught her once more in mine arms

Now pile your dust
upon the quick and the dead

Till of this flat a mountain
you have made to o'ertop Olympus

Oh woe is he whose grief bears such
an emphasis. Whose phrase of sorrow...

...conjures the wandering stars and makes
them stand like wonder-wounded hearers

- This is I, Hamlet the Dane
- The devil take thy soul

- Pluck them asunder
- Hamlet, Hamlet! - Good my lord

Why, I will fight with him upon this ground
until my eyelids will no longer wag

I loved Ophelia

Forty thousand brothers could not
with all their quantity of love make up my sum

Oh he is mad, Laertes

- What wilt thou do for her?
- For love of God, forebear him

Won't weep? Won't fight? Won't tear thyself?
Won't drink of poison, eat a crocodile?

I'll do it.
Be buried quick with her, then so will I

And if thou talk of mountains,
let them throw millions of acres on us...

...till the ground, singeing his head
against the burning sun, make Ossa like a wan

Nay if thou'It mouth
I'll rant as well as thou

This is mere madness,
and thus awhile the fit will work on him

Hear you, sir, what's the reason
that you use me thus?

I loved you ever

But it is no matter

Let Hercules himself do what he may,
the cat will mew and dog will have his day

Now Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
Away

Strengthen your patience
in our last night's speech

We'll put the matter
to the present push

O speak of that,
that do I long to hear

You have been talked of since your travel much,
and that in Hamlet's hearing...

...for a quality
wherein they say you shine

For an and exercise in your defence,
and for your rapier most especially

Will you do this, keep close within your chamber?
We'll put on those shall praise your excellence...

...bring you in trial together
and wager on your heads

He, being remiss and free from all contriving,
will not peruse the foils

So that with ease, or with a little shuffling,
you may choose a sword unbated...

...and in a pass of practice
requite him for your sister

I will do it,
and for that purpose I'll anoint my sword

I bought an unction of a mountebank
so mortal that but dip a knife in it...

...where it draws blood, no application on earth
can save the thing from death...

...that is but scratched withal

I'll touch my point with this contagion,
that if I gall him slightly, it may be death

Look you, if this should fail,
'twere better not assayed

Therefore this project should have a back
or second that might hold...

...if this should blast in proof.
Soft, let me see

When in his motion he is hot and dry
and that he calls for drink...

...I'll have prepared him a chalice of the like

Whereon but sipping, if he by chance escape
your venomed point, our purpose may hold there

- 'Twill do, my lord
- This grave shall have a living monument

An hour of quiet shortly shall we see.
Till then in patience our proceeding be

Does it not, think thee,
stand me now upon?

He that hath killed my king
and whored my mother...

Stepped in between the succession
and my hopes...

Thrown out his warrant for my proper life,
and with such treachery...

Is it not perfect conscience
to quit him with this aim?

And is it not to be damned to let this canker
of our nature come in further evil?

It must be shortly known to him from England
what is the issue of the business there

It will be short. The interim's mine,
and a man's life no more than to say 'one'

So Rosencrantz and Guildenstern go to it

Why man, they did make love to this employment,
they are not near my conscience

Their defeat
doth by their own insinuation grow

Why, what a king is this!

But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
that to Laertes I forgot myself

For by the image of my cause
I see the portraiture of his

I'll beg his pardon. But sure, the bravery
of his grief did put me into a towering passion

Peace, who comes here?

- Your lordship is most welcome back to Denmark
- I humbly thank you, madam

- Dost know this lady?
- No, my good lord

Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure,
I should impart a thing to you from his majesty

I will receive it with all diligence of spirit

My lord, his majesty bade me signify this to you,
that he has laid a great wager on your head

This is the matter. You are not ignorant
of what excellence Laertes is at his...

...rapier and dagger
- That's two of his weapons, but well

The king has wagered
that in a dozen passes between you and him...

...he shall not exceed you three hits

And that it would come to immediate trial
if your lordship will vouchsafe the answer

How if I answer no?

Madam, if it please his majesty, let the foils
be brought. I shall win for him if I can

And if not, I'll gain nothing
but my shame and the odd hit

I commend my duty to your lordship

- You will lose this wager, my lord
- I do not think so

Since he went into France
I have been in continual practice

Nay, good my lord,
if your mind dislike any thing, obey

I will forestall their coming hither
and say you are not fit

Not a whit, we defy augury. There's a special
providence in the fall of a sparrow

If it be now, 'tis not to come,
if it be not to come, it will be now

If it be not now, yet it will come

The readiness is all

Since no man knows aught of what he leaves,
what is it to leave betimes?

Let be

Come Hamlet,
come and take this hand from me

Give me your pardon, sir, I've done you wrong.
But pardon it as you are a gentleman

Sir, in this audience let my disclaiming
from a purposed evil...

...free me so far
in your most generous thoughts...

...that I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
and hurt my brother

I am satisfied in nature, whose motive
in this case should stir me most to my revenge

But in my terms of honour
I stand aloof...

...and seek some reconcilement
to keep my name ungorged

But till that time, I do receive your offered love
like love, and will not wrong it

I do embrace it freely
and will this brothers wager freely play

- Give us the foils, come on
- Come, one for me

- Hamlet, you know the wager
- Very well, my lord

Your grace hath laid the odds
on the weaker side

This is too heavy, let me see another

- This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
- Aye, my lord

Set me a cup of wine upon that table

If Hamlet give the first or second hit
the king shall drink to Hamlet's better health

And in the cup a jewel shall he throw...

...richer than that which four successive kings
in Denmark's crown hath worn

Come now, begin.
And you the judges, bear a wary eye

Come on, sir

- One
- No

- Judgement
- A hit, a very palpable hit

- Well, again
- Stay, give me drink

- Hamlet, this pearl is thine
- I'll play this bout first, set by a while

- Laertes'?
- We'll play on

- Another hit, what say you?
- A touch, a touch, I do confess

- Here's to thy health. Give him the cup
- I dare not drink yet. By and by

You're hot and scant of breath.
Here's a napkin, rub thy brow

- Good madam
- Come, let me wipe thy face

My lord I'll hit him now,
and yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience

Come, for the third. Laertes, you but dally.
I pray you pass with your best violence

- I am affeared you make a wanton of me
- Say you so? Come on

- Nothing neither way
- Have at you now

- Gertrude, do not drink!
- I will my lord, I pray you pardon me

How is't, Laertes?

Why, as a woodcock to mine own snare,
I am justly killed with mine own treachery

Look to the queen there

- How does the queen?
- She swoons to see them bleed

No, no, the drink, the drink!
It's poisoned

Oh villainy, how? Let the doors be locked.
Treachery, seek it out!

It is here Hamlet.
Hamlet, thou an slain

In thee there is not half an hour of life.
No medicine in the world can do thee good

The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
unbated and envenomed

The foul practice hath turned itself on me.
The king's to blame

The point envenomed too?
Then venom, to thy work

Here thou incestuous,
murderous, damned Dane

Drink of this potion,
follow my mother

Wretched queen, adieu

Exchange forgiveness with me,
noble Hamlet

Mine and my father's death
come not upon thee, nor thine on me

Heaven make thee free of it,
I follow thee

I am dead, Horatio

Had I but time, as this fell sergeant death
is strict in his arrest, oh I could tell you...

But let it be.
Horatio, I am dead

But thou livest. Report me
and my cause alight to the unsatisfied

Never believe it

I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
Here's yet some liquor left

As thou an a man, give me the cup.
Let go, by heaven I'll have it

Think what a wounded name, things standing
thus unknown, shall live behind me

If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
absent thee from felicity a while

And in this harsh world
draw thy breath in pain to tell my story

Oh I die Horatio.
The rest is silence

Now cracks a noble heart

Goodnight sweet prince,
and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest

What is this sight?

What is it you would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search

This quarry cries on havoc. Oh proud death,
what feast is toward in thine eternal cell...

...that thou so many princes at a shot
so bloodily hast struck

The sight is dismal. Give order that these bodies
high on a stage be placed to the view

And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
how these things came about

So shall you hear
of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts

Of accidental judgements, casual slaughters,
of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause

And in this upshot, purposes mistook
fallen on the inventors' heads

All this can I truly deliver

Let us haste to hear it,
and call the noblest to the audience

For me, with sorrow
I embrace my fortune

I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
which now to claim my vantage doth invite me

Then let this same be presently performed
even while men's minds are wild...

...lest more mischance
on plots and errors happen

Take up the body. Such a sight as this
becomes the field, but here shows much amiss

Go, bid the soldiers shoot