Hamlet. Thrift Study Edition

What art thou that usurp’st this time of night,

Together with that fair and warlike form

KING. How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
HAM. Not so, my lord; I am too much i’ the sun.

see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i’the other place yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.

heaven. Send thither to

HOR. 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,62 cap-à-pie,63
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, distill’d
Almost to jelly with the act64 of fear,
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This

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.

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane

QUEEN. No, no, the drink, the drink—O my dear Hamlet—
The drink, the drink! I am poison’d. [Dies.

Laertes wounds HAMLET; then, in scuffling, they change
rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES.

HAM. Heaven make thee free of it. I follow thee.
I am dead, Horatio. Wretched772 Queen, adieu!
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time—as this fell sergeant,773 Death,
Is strict in his arrest—O, I could tell you—