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                     class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">Hamlet
  By William Shakespeare
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                  <li id="chapter1" class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">ACT I
  SCENE I.
  Elsinore. A platform before the castle.

  FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO
  BERNARDO
  Who's there?
  FRANCISCO
  Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
  BERNARDO
  Long live the king!
  FRANCISCO
  Bernardo?
  BERNARDO
  He.
  FRANCISCO
  You come most carefully upon your hour.
  BERNARDO
  'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
  FRANCISCO
  For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
  And I am sick at heart.
  BERNARDO
  Have you had quiet guard?
  FRANCISCO
  Not a mouse stirring.
  BERNARDO
  Well, good night.
  If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
  The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
  FRANCISCO
  I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
  Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS

  HORATIO
  Friends to this ground.
  MARCELLUS
  And liegemen to the Dane.
  FRANCISCO
  Give you good night.
  MARCELLUS
  O, farewell, honest soldier:
  Who hath relieved you?
  FRANCISCO
  Bernardo has my place.
  Give you good night.
  Exit

  MARCELLUS
  Holla! Bernardo!
  BERNARDO
  Say,
  What, is Horatio there?
  HORATIO
  A piece of him.
  BERNARDO
  Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.
  MARCELLUS
  What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
  BERNARDO
  I have seen nothing.
  MARCELLUS
  Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
  And will not let belief take hold of him
  Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
  Therefore I have entreated him along
  With us to watch the minutes of this night;
  That if again this apparition come,
  He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
  HORATIO
  Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
  BERNARDO
  Sit down awhile;
  And let us once again assail your ears,
  That are so fortified against our story
  What we have two nights seen.
  HORATIO
  Well, sit we down,
  And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
  BERNARDO
  Last night of all,
  When yond same star that's westward from the pole
  Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
  Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
  The bell then beating one,--
  Enter Ghost

  MARCELLUS
  Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
  BERNARDO
  In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
  MARCELLUS
  Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
  BERNARDO
  Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.
  HORATIO
  Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.
  BERNARDO
  It would be spoke to.
  MARCELLUS
  Question it, Horatio.
  HORATIO
  What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
  Together with that fair and warlike form
  In which the majesty of buried Denmark
  Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
  MARCELLUS
  It is offended.
  BERNARDO
  See, it stalks away!
  HORATIO
  Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
  Exit Ghost

  MARCELLUS
  'Tis gone, and will not answer.
  BERNARDO
  How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:
  Is not this something more than fantasy?
  What think you on't?
  HORATIO
  Before my God, I might not this believe
  Without the sensible and true avouch
  Of mine own eyes.
  MARCELLUS
  Is it not like the king?
  HORATIO
  As thou art to thyself:
  Such was the very armour he had on
  When he the ambitious Norway combated;
  So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
  He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
  'Tis strange.
  MARCELLUS
  Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
  With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
  HORATIO
  In what particular thought to work I know not;
  But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
  This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
  MARCELLUS
  Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
  Why this same strict and most observant watch
  So nightly toils the subject of the land,
  And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
  And foreign mart for implements of war;
  Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
  Does not divide the Sunday from the week;
  What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
  Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:
  Who is't that can inform me?
  HORATIO
  That can I;
  At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
  Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
  Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
  Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
  Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--
  For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--
  Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,
  Well ratified by law and heraldry,
  Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
  Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
  Against the which, a moiety competent
  Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
  To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
  Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
  And carriage of the article design'd,
  His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
  Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
  Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
  Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
  For food and diet, to some enterprise
  That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--
  As it doth well appear unto our state--
  But to recover of us, by strong hand
  And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
  So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
  Is the main motive of our preparations,
  The source of this our watch and the chief head
  Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
  BERNARDO
  I think it be no other but e'en so:
  Well may it sort that this portentous figure
  Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
  That was and is the question of these wars.
  HORATIO
  A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
  In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
  A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
  The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
  Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
  As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
  Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
  Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
  Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
  And even the like precurse of fierce events,
  As harbingers preceding still the fates
  And prologue to the omen coming on,
  Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
  Unto our climatures and countrymen.--
  But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
  Re-enter Ghost

  I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
  If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
  Speak to me:
  If there be any good thing to be done,
  That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
  Speak to me:
  Cock crows

  If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
  Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
  Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
  Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
  For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
  Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.
  MARCELLUS
  Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
  HORATIO
  Do, if it will not stand.
  BERNARDO
  'Tis here!
  HORATIO
  'Tis here!
  MARCELLUS
  'Tis gone!
  Exit Ghost

  We do it wrong, being so majestical,
  To offer it the show of violence;
  For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
  And our vain blows malicious mockery.
  BERNARDO
  It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
  HORATIO
  And then it started like a guilty thing
  Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
  The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
  Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
  Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
  Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
  The extravagant and erring spirit hies
  To his confine: and of the truth herein
  This present object made probation.
  MARCELLUS
  It faded on the crowing of the cock.
  Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
  Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
  The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
  And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
  The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
  No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
  So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
  HORATIO
  So have I heard and do in part believe it.
  But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
  Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
  Break we our watch up; and by my advice,
  Let us impart what we have seen to-night
  Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
  This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
  Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
  As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
  MARCELLUS
  Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
  Where we shall find him most conveniently.
  Exeunt
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                  <li id="chapter2" class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">SCENE II.
  A room of state in the castle.

  Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET,
  POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND,
  CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants

  KING CLAUDIUS
  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
  That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
  Together with remembrance of ourselves.
  Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
  The imperial jointress to this warlike state,
  Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--
  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 barr'd
  Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
  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,
  Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,
  He hath not fail'd 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.
  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 bed-rid, scarcely hears
  Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress
  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, Voltimand,
  For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
  Giving to you no further personal power
  To business with the king, more than the scope
  Of these delated articles allow.
  Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.
  CORNELIUS VOLTIMAND
  In that and all things will we show our duty.
  KING CLAUDIUS
  We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.
  Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS

  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 loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, 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.
  What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
  LAERTES
  My dread lord,
  Your leave and favour to return to France;
  From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
  To show my duty in your coronation,
  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 CLAUDIUS
  Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
  LORD POLONIUS
  He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
  By laboursome petition, and at last
  Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
  I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
  KING CLAUDIUS
  Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
  And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
  But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--
  HAMLET
  [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.
  KING CLAUDIUS
  How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
  HAMLET
  Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.
  QUEEN GERTRUDE
  Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
  And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
  Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
  Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
  Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
  Passing through nature to eternity.
  HAMLET
  Ay, madam, it is common.
  QUEEN GERTRUDE
  If it be,
  Why seems it so particular with thee?
  HAMLET
  Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'
  'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
  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,
  That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
  For they are actions that a man might play:
  But I have that within which passeth show;
  These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
  KING CLAUDIUS
  'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, 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
  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,
  An understanding simple and unschool'd:
  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,
  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 to-day,
  'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth
  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,
  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,
  Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
  QUEEN GERTRUDE
  Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
  I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
  HAMLET
  I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
  KING CLAUDIUS
  Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:
  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 to-day,
  But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
  And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,
  Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.
  Exeunt all but HAMLET

  HAMLET
  O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
  Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
  Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
  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
  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
  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!--
  A little month, or ere those shoes were old
  With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
  Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--
  O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
  Would have mourn'd longer--married with my 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 galled eyes,
  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.
  Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO

  HORATIO
  Hail to your lordship!
  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? Marcellus?
  MARCELLUS
  My good lord--
  HAMLET
  I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.
  But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
  HORATIO
  A truant disposition, good my lord.
  HAMLET
  I would not hear your enemy say so,
  Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
  To make it truster of your own report
  Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
  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.
  HAMLET
  I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
  I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
  HORATIO
  Indeed, my lord, it follow'd 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!
  My father!--methinks I see my 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,
  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!
  HORATIO
  Season your admiration for awhile
  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.
  HORATIO
  Two nights together had these gentlemen,
  Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
  In the dead vast and middle of the night,
  Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
  Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
  Appears before them, and with solemn march
  Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd
  By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
  Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled
  Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
  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 deliver'd, both in time,
  Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
  The apparition comes: I knew your father;
  These hands are not more like.
  HAMLET
  But where was this?
  MARCELLUS
  My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
  HAMLET
  Did you not speak to it?
  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,
  And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
  And vanish'd from our sight.
  HAMLET
  'Tis very strange.
  HORATIO
  As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
  And we did think it writ down in our duty
  To let you know of it.
  HAMLET
  Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
  Hold you the watch to-night?
  MARCELLUS BERNARDO
  We do, my lord.
  HAMLET
  Arm'd, say you?
  MARCELLUS BERNARDO
  Arm'd, my lord.
  HAMLET
  From top to toe?
  MARCELLUS BERNARDO
  My lord, from head to foot.
  HAMLET
  Then saw you not his face?
  HORATIO
  O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
  HAMLET
  What, look'd he frowningly?
  HORATIO
  A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
  HAMLET
  Pale or red?
  HORATIO
  Nay, very pale.
  HAMLET
  And fix'd his eyes upon you?
  HORATIO
  Most constantly.
  HAMLET
  I would I had been there.
  HORATIO
  It would have much amazed you.
  HAMLET
  Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
  HORATIO
  While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
  MARCELLUS BERNARDO
  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,
  A sable silver'd.
  HAMLET
  I will watch to-night;
  Perchance 'twill walk again.
  HORATIO
  I warrant it will.
  HAMLET
  If it assume my noble father's person,
  I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
  And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
  If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
  Let it be tenable in your silence still;
  And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
  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 honour.
  HAMLET
  Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.
  Exeunt all but HAMLET

  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 eyes.
  Exit
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                  <li id="chapter3" class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">SCENE III.
  A room in Polonius' house.

  Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA
  LAERTES
  My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:
  And, sister, as the winds give benefit
  And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
  But let me hear from you.
  OPHELIA
  Do you doubt that?
  LAERTES
  For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
  Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
  A violet in the youth of primy nature,
  Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
  The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
  OPHELIA
  No more but so?
  LAERTES
  Think it no more;
  For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
  In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
  The inward service of the mind and soul
  Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
  And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
  The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
  His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
  For he himself is subject to his birth:
  He may not, as unvalued persons do,
  Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
  The safety and health of this whole state;
  And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
  Unto the voice and yielding of that body
  Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
  It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
  As he in his particular act and place
  May give his saying deed; which is no further
  Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
  Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
  If with too credent ear you list his songs,
  Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
  To his unmaster'd importunity.
  Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
  And keep you in the rear of your affection,
  Out of the shot and danger of desire.
  The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
  If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
  Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
  The canker galls the infants of the spring,
  Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
  And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
  Contagious blastments are most imminent.
  Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
  Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
  OPHELIA
  I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
  As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
  Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
  Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
  Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
  Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
  And recks not his own rede.
  LAERTES
  O, fear me not.
  I stay too long: but here my father comes.
  Enter POLONIUS

  A double blessing is a double grace,
  Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
  LORD POLONIUS
  Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
  The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
  And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
  And these few precepts in thy memory
  See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
  Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
  Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
  Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
  Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
  But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
  Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
  Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
  Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
  Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
  Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
  Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
  But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
  For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
  And they in France of the best rank and station
  Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
  Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
  For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
  And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
  This above all: to thine ownself be true,
  And it must follow, as the night the day,
  Thou canst not then be false to any man.
  Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
  LAERTES
  Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
  LORD POLONIUS
  The time invites you; go; your servants tend.
  LAERTES
  Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
  What I have said to you.
  OPHELIA
  'Tis in my memory lock'd,
  And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
  LAERTES
  Farewell.
  Exit

  LORD POLONIUS
  What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?
  OPHELIA
  So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
  LORD POLONIUS
  Marry, well bethought:
  'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
  Given private time to you; and you yourself
  Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
  If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,
  And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
  You do not understand yourself so clearly
  As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
  What is between you? give me up the truth.
  OPHELIA
  He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
  Of his affection to me.
  LORD POLONIUS
  Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
  Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
  Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
  OPHELIA
  I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
  LORD POLONIUS
  Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
  That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
  Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
  Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
  Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.
  OPHELIA
  My lord, he hath importuned me with love
  In honourable fashion.
  LORD POLONIUS
  Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
  OPHELIA
  And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
  With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
  LORD POLONIUS
  Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
  When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
  Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
  Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
  Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
  You must not take for fire. From this time
  Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
  Set your entreatments at a higher rate
  Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
  Believe so much in him, that he is young
  And with a larger tether may he walk
  Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
  Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
  Not of that dye which their investments show,
  But mere implorators of unholy suits,
  Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
  The better to beguile. This is for all:
  I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
  Have you so slander any moment leisure,
  As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
  Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.
  OPHELIA
  I shall obey, my lord.
  Exeunt
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                  <li id="chapter4" class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">SCENE IV.
  The platform.

  Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS
  HAMLET
  The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
  HORATIO
  It is a nipping and an eager air.
  HAMLET
  What hour now?
  HORATIO
  I think it lacks of twelve.
  HAMLET
  No, it is struck.
  HORATIO
  Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season
  Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
  A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within

  What does this mean, my lord?
  HAMLET
  The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
  Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
  And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
  The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
  The triumph of his pledge.
  HORATIO
  Is it a custom?
  HAMLET
  Ay, marry, is't:
  But to my mind, though I am native here
  And to the manner born, it is a custom
  More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
  This heavy-headed revel east and west
  Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
  They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
  Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
  From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
  The pith and marrow of our attribute.
  So, oft it chances in particular men,
  That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
  As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,
  Since nature cannot choose his origin--
  By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
  Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
  Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
  The form of plausive manners, that these men,
  Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
  Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--
  Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,
  As infinite as man may undergo--
  Shall in the general censure take corruption
  From that particular fault: the dram of eale
  Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
  To his own scandal.
  HORATIO
  Look, my lord, it comes!
  Enter Ghost

  HAMLET
  Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
  Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
  Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
  Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
  Thou comest in such a questionable shape
  That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
  King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
  Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
  Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
  Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
  Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
  Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
  To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
  That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
  Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
  Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
  So horridly to shake our disposition
  With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
  Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
  Ghost beckons HAMLET

  HORATIO
  It beckons you to go away with it,
  As if it some impartment did desire
  To you alone.
  MARCELLUS
  Look, with what courteous action
  It waves you to a more removed ground:
  But do not go with it.
  HORATIO
  No, by no means.
  HAMLET
  It will not speak; then I will follow it.
  HORATIO
  Do not, my lord.
  HAMLET
  Why, what should be the fear?
  I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
  And for my soul, what can it do to that,
  Being a thing immortal as itself?
  It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
  HORATIO
  What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
  Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
  That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
  And there assume some other horrible form,
  Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
  And draw you into madness? think of it:
  The very place puts toys of desperation,
  Without more motive, into every brain
  That looks so many fathoms to the sea
  And hears it roar beneath.
  HAMLET
  It waves me still.
  Go on; I'll follow thee.
  MARCELLUS
  You shall not go, my lord.
  HAMLET
  Hold off your hands.
  HORATIO
  Be ruled; you shall not go.
  HAMLET
  My fate cries out,
  And makes each petty artery in this body
  As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
  Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
  By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
  I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.
  Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET

  HORATIO
  He waxes desperate with imagination.
  MARCELLUS
  Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
  HORATIO
  Have after. To what issue will this come?
  MARCELLUS
  Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
  HORATIO
  Heaven will direct it.
  MARCELLUS
  Nay, let's follow him.
  Exeunt
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                  <li id="chapter4" class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">SCENE V.
  Another part of the platform.

  Enter GHOST and HAMLET
  HAMLET
  Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
  Ghost
  Mark me.
  HAMLET
  I will.
  Ghost
  My hour is almost come,
  When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
  Must render up myself.
  HAMLET
  Alas, poor ghost!
  Ghost
  Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
  To what I shall unfold.
  HAMLET
  Speak; I am bound to hear.
  Ghost
  So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
  HAMLET
  What?
  Ghost
  I am thy father's spirit,
  Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
  And for the day confined to fast in fires,
  Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
  Are burnt and purged away. 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 combined locks to part
  And each particular hair to stand on end,
  Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
  But this eternal blazon must not be
  To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
  If thou didst ever thy dear father love--
  HAMLET
  O God!
  Ghost
  Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
  HAMLET
  Murder!
  Ghost
  Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
  But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
  HAMLET
  Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
  As meditation or the thoughts of love,
  May sweep to my revenge.
  Ghost
  I find thee apt;
  And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
  That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
  Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
  'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
  A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
  Is by a forged process of my death
  Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
  The serpent that did sting thy father's life
  Now wears his crown.
  HAMLET
  O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
  Ghost
  Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
  With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
  O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
  So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
  The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
  O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
  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!
  But virtue, as it never will be moved,
  Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
  So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
  Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
  And prey on garbage.
  But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
  Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
  My custom always of the afternoon,
  Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
  With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
  And in the porches of my ears did pour
  The leperous distilment; whose effect
  Holds such an enmity with blood of man
  That swift as quicksilver it courses through
  The natural gates and alleys of the body,
  And with a sudden vigour doth posset
  And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
  The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
  And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
  Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
  All my smooth body.
  Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
  Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
  Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
  Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
  No reckoning made, but sent to my account
  With all my imperfections on my head:
  O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
  If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
  Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
  A couch for luxury and damned incest.
  But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
  Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
  Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
  And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
  To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
  The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
  And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
  Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
  Exit

  HAMLET
  O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
  And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
  And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
  But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
  Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
  In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
  Yea, from the table of my memory
  I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
  All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
  That youth and observation copied there;
  And thy commandment all alone shall live
  Within the book and volume of my brain,
  Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
  O most pernicious woman!
  O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
  My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
  That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
  At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:
  Writing

  So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
  It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
  I have sworn 't.
  MARCELLUS HORATIO
  [Within] My lord, my lord,--
  MARCELLUS
  [Within]	Lord Hamlet,--
  HORATIO
  [Within]	Heaven secure him!
  HAMLET
  So be it!
  HORATIO
  [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
  HAMLET
  Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
  Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS

  MARCELLUS
  How is't, my noble lord?
  HORATIO
  What news, my lord?
  HAMLET
  O, wonderful!
  HORATIO
  Good my lord, tell it.
  HAMLET
  No; you'll reveal it.
  HORATIO
  Not I, my lord, by heaven.
  MARCELLUS
  Nor I, my lord.
  HAMLET
  How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
  But you'll be secret?
  HORATIO MARCELLUS
  Ay, by heaven, my lord.
  HAMLET
  There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
  But he's an arrant knave.
  HORATIO
  There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
  To tell us this.
  HAMLET
  Why, right; you are i' the right;
  And so, without more circumstance at all,
  I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
  You, as your business and desire shall point you;
  For every man has business and desire,
  Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
  Look you, I'll go pray.
  HORATIO
  These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
  HAMLET
  I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
  Yes, 'faith heartily.
  HORATIO
  There's no offence, my lord.
  HAMLET
  Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
  And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
  It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
  For your desire to know what is between us,
  O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
  As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
  Give me one poor request.
  HORATIO
  What is't, my lord? we will.
  HAMLET
  Never make known what you have seen to-night.
  HORATIO MARCELLUS
  My lord, we will not.
  HAMLET
  Nay, but swear't.
  HORATIO
  In faith,
  My lord, not I.
  MARCELLUS
  Nor I, my lord, in faith.
  HAMLET
  Upon my sword.
  MARCELLUS
  We have sworn, my lord, already.
  HAMLET
  Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
  Ghost
  [Beneath] Swear.
  HAMLET
  Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
  truepenny?
  Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
  Consent to swear.
  HORATIO
  Propose the oath, my lord.
  HAMLET
  Never to speak of this that you have seen,
  Swear by my sword.
  Ghost
  [Beneath] Swear.
  HAMLET
  Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
  Come hither, gentlemen,
  And lay your hands again upon my sword:
  Never to speak of this that you have heard,
  Swear by my sword.
  Ghost
  [Beneath] Swear.
  HAMLET
  Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
  A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
  HORATIO
  O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
  HAMLET
  And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
  There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
  Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
  Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
  How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
  As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
  To put an antic disposition on,
  That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
  With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
  Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
  As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
  Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
  Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
  That you know aught of me: this not to do,
  So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
  Ghost
  [Beneath] Swear.
  HAMLET
  Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
  They swear

  So, gentlemen,
  With all my love I do commend me to you:
  And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
  May do, to express his love and friending to you,
  God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
  And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
  The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
  That ever I was born to set it right!
  Nay, come, let's go together.
  Exeunt
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              <!--
          This contains the main reader view
          that will show the whole chapter.
          It is currently empty because we will
          fill in using JavaScript
              -->
        <div class="col-md-9">
          <!--
            well is a bootstrap class for creating
            a nice container box
            The id, mainViewer is for our use
          -->
          <div class="well" id="mainViewer" >
          </div>
        </div>

      </div>

    </div>

	<script>
		// this is a variable to keep track
		// of which chapter we are on
		var counter = 0;

		// when we click on a chapter thumbnail
		// it displays that chapter
		// this code is pretty similar to the
		// image gallery, but I've added some code
		// to update the counter
		$(".chapter-thumbnail").click(function(){
			// copy the html from the thumbnail (this)
			// to the main viwer
			$("#mainViewer").html(
				$(this).html());

			// get the id of this element so we can
			// get hold of its number
			var id = $(this).attr("id");

			// set the counter to the number of the
			// chapter we selected.
			// We get this by taking the last charcter
			// of the id and convert it to a number
			// id.slice gets a subsection of the string
			// passing in -1 means we get just the
			// last character
			// parseInt converts it to a number (integer)
			counter = parseInt(id.slice(-1));
		});

		// virtually click the first chapter to select it
		$("#chapter"+counter).click();

		// when we click on the main viewer we want to
		// move forward or backward in the
		// chapter
		$("#mainViewer").click(function (event){

			// move forward if we click to the right
			// or backward if we click to the left

			// event.offsetX is the horizontal
			// position of the mouse inside the
			// element we have clicked on,
			// it will be between 0
			// and the width of the element

			// $(this).width()*0.3 is 30% of
			// the with of the element

			// if event.offsetX is less than
			// 30% of the width, it means it is
			// on the left hand side
			if(event.offsetX
				< $(this).width()*0.3){
				// if we've clicked on the left
				// go back
				counter = counter - 1;
			} else {
				// if we've clicked on the right
				// go forwards
				counter = counter + 1;
			}

			// If we've gone below 0 it means
			// we were at the beginning, and
			// should just stay at zero
			if(counter < 0){
				counter =  0;
			}

			// $(".chapter-thumbnail").length
			// is the number of elements that
			// match the selector .chapter-thumbnail
			// i.e. the number of chapter thumbnails
			// if counter is equal to or more than
			// the number of thumbnails it means
			// we've gone past the last chapter which
			// is $(".chapter-thumbnail").length-1
			// (because we start counting at 0)
			if(counter >=
				$(".chapter-thumbnail").length){
				counter =
			$(".chapter-thumbnail").length-1;
			}

			// we get the id of the chapter thumbnail
			// we want by putting counter on the end
			// of it.
			// we can do a virtual click on the
			// chapter thumbnail to select it
			$("#chapter"+counter).click();
		});

	</script>

	</body>
</html>