HAMLET. William Shakespeare

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СКАЧАТЬ O heavy deed!

       It had been so with us, had we been there:

       His liberty is full of threats to all;

       To you yourself, to us, to every one.

       Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer’d?

       It will be laid to us, whose providence

       Should have kept short, restrain’d, and out of haunt

       This mad young man. But so much was our love

       We would not understand what was most fit;

       But, like the owner of a foul disease,

       To keep it from divulging, let it feed

       Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?

       Queen.

       To draw apart the body he hath kill’d:

       O’er whom his very madness, like some ore

       Among a mineral of metals base,

       Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.

       King.

       O Gertrude, come away!

       The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch

       But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed

       We must with all our majesty and skill

       Both countenance and excuse.—Ho, Guildenstern!

       [Re-enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

       Friends both, go join you with some further aid:

       Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,

       And from his mother’s closet hath he dragg’d him:

       Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body

       Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

       [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

       Come, Gertrude, we’ll call up our wisest friends;

       And let them know both what we mean to do

       And what’s untimely done: so haply slander,—

       Whose whisper o’er the world’s diameter,

       As level as the cannon to his blank,

       Transports his poison’d shot,—may miss our name,

       And hit the woundless air.—O, come away!

       My soul is full of discord and dismay.

       [Exeunt.]

       SCENE II. Another room in the Castle.

       [Enter Hamlet.]

       Ham.

       Safely stowed.

       Ros. and Guil.

       [Within.] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

       Ham.

       What noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.

       [Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

       Ros.

       What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?

       Ham.

       Compounded it with dust, whereto ‘tis kin.

       Ros.

       Tell us where ‘tis, that we may take it thence,

       And bear it to the chapel.

       Ham.

       Do not believe it.

       Ros.

       Believe what?

       Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge!—what replication should be made by the son of a king?

       Ros.

       Take you me for a sponge, my lord?

       Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the King’s countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.

       Ros.

       I understand you not, my lord.

       Ham.

       I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.

       Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is and go with us to the king.

       Ham.

       The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body.

       The king is a thing,—

       Guil.

       A thing, my lord!

       Ham.

       Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.

       [Exeunt.]

       SCENE III. Another room in the Castle.

       [Enter King,attended.]

       King.

       I have sent to seek him and to find the body.

       How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!

       Yet must not we put the strong law on him:

       He’s lov’d of the distracted multitude,

       Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;

       And where ‘tis so, the offender’s scourge is weigh’d,

       But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,

       This sudden sending him away must seem

       Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown

       By desperate appliance are reliev’d,

       Or not at all.

       [Enter Rosencrantz.]

       How now! what hath befall’n?

       Ros.

       Where the dead body is bestow’d, my СКАЧАТЬ