V. ii. 1-79 -- 3499-3584
3499 Enter Hamlet and Horatio. 3500 Ham. So much for this sir, now {shall you} <let me> see the other, 3501 You doe remember all the circumstance. 3502 Hora. Remember it my Lord. 3503 Ham. Sir in my hart there was a kind of fighting 3504 That would not let me sleepe, {my} <me> thought I lay 3505 Worse then the mutines in the {bilbo} <Bilboes>, rashly, 3506 And {praysd} <praise> be rashnes for it: let vs knowe, 3507 Our indiscretion {sometime} <sometimes> serues vs well 3508 When our {deepe} <deare> plots doe {fall} <paule>, & that should {learne} <teach> vs 3509 Ther's a diuinity that shapes our ends, 3510 Rough hew them how we will. 3511 Hora. That is most certaine. 3512 Ham. Vp from my Cabin, 3513 My sea-gowne scarft about me in the darke 3514 Gropt I to find out them, had my desire, 3515 Fingard their packet, and in fine with-drew 3516 To mine owne roome againe, making so bold 3517 {N1v} My feares forgetting manners to {vnfold} <vnseale> 3518 Their graund commission; where I found Horatio 3519 {A} <Oh> royall knauery, an exact command 3520 Larded with many seuerall sorts of {reasons,} <reason;> 3521 Importing Denmarkes health, and Englands to, 3522 With hoe such bugges and goblines in my life, 3523 That on the superuise no leasure bated, 3524 No not to stay the grinding of the Axe, 3525 My head should be strooke off. 3526 Hora. I'st possible? 3527 Ham. Heeres the commission, read it at more leasure, 3528 But wilt thou heare {now} <me> how I did proceed. 3529 Hora. I beseech you. 3530 Ham. Being thus benetted round with villaines, 3531 {Or} <Ere> I could make a prologue to my braines, 3532 They had begunne the play, I sat me downe, 3533 Deuisd a new commission, wrote it faire, 3534 I once did hold it as our statists doe, 3535 A basenesse to write faire, and labourd much 3536 How to forget that learning, but sir now 3537 It did me {yemans} <Yeomans> seruice, wilt thou know 3538 {Th'effect} <The effects> of what I wrote? 3539 Hora. I good my Lord. 3540 Ham. An earnest coniuration from the King, 3541 As England was his faithfull tributary, 3542 As loue betweene them {like} <as> the palme {might} <should> florish, 3543 As peace should still her wheaten garland weare 3544 And stand a Comma tweene their amities, 3545 And many such like, {as sir} <Assis> of great charge, 3546 That on the view, and {knowing} <know> of these contents, 3547 Without debatement further more or lesse, 3548 He should {those} <the> bearers put to suddaine death, 3549 Not shriuing time alow'd. 3550 Hora. How was this seald? 3551 Ham. Why euen in that was heauen {ordinant,} <ordinate;> 3552 I had my fathers signet in my purse 3553 Which was the modill of that Danish seale, 3554 Folded the writ vp in {the} forme of th'other, 3555 {Subcribe} <Subscrib'd> it, gau't th'impression, plac'd it safely, 3556 {N2} The changling neuer knowne: now the next day 3557 Was our Sea fight, and what to this was {sequent} <sement,> 3558 Thou knowest already. 3559 Hora. So Guyldensterne and Rosencraus goe too't. 3560 <Ham. Why man, they did make loue to this imployment> 3561 {Ham.} They are not neere my conscience, their {defeat} <debate> 3562 {Dooes} <Doth> by their owne insinnuation growe, 3563 Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes 3564 Betweene the passe and fell incenced points 3565 Of mighty opposits. 3566 Hora. Why what a King is this! 3567 Ham. Dooes it not {thinke} <thinkst> thee stand me now vppon? 3568 He that hath kild my King, and whor'd my mother, 3569 Pop't in betweene th'election and my hopes, 3570 Throwne out his Angle for my proper life, 3571 And with such {cusnage,} <coozenage;> i'st not perfect conscience? 3572 <To quit him with this arme? And is't not to be damn'd> 3573 <To let this Canker of our nature come> 3574 <In further euill.> 3575 <Hor. It must be shortly knowne to him from England> 3576 <What is the issue of the businesse there.> 3577 <Ham. It will be short,> 3578 <The interim's mine, and a mans life's no more> 3579 <Then to say one: but I am very sorry good Horatio,> 3580 <That to Laertes I forgot my selfe;> 3581 <For by the image of my Cause, I see> 3582 <The Portraiture of his; Ile count his fauours:> 3583 <But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me> 3584 <Into a Towring passion.> |