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Act 3 Scene 1 Of Hamlet Essay

Act 3, Scene 1 Of Hamlet Essay, Research Paper


Hamlet: Act 3, Scene 1


A room in the castle.


Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN


KING CLAUDIUS


And can you, by no drift of circumstance,


Get from him why he puts on this confusion,


Grating so harshly all his days of quiet


With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?


ROSENCRANTZ


He does confess he feels himself distracted;


But from what cause he will by no means speak.


GUILDENSTERN


Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,


But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,


When we would bring him on to some confession


Of his true state.


QUEEN GERTRUDE


Did he receive you well?


ROSENCRANTZ


Most like a gentleman.


GUILDENSTERN


But with much forcing of his disposition.


ROSENCRANTZ


Niggard of question; but, of our demands,


Most free in his reply.


QUEEN GERTRUDE


Did you assay him?


To any pastime?


ROSENCRANTZ


Madam, it so fell out, that certain players


We o’er-raught on the way: of these we told him;


And there did seem in him a kind of joy


To hear of it: they are about the court,


And, as I think, they have already order


This night to play before him.


LORD POLONIUS


‘Tis most true:


And he beseech’d me to entreat your majesties


To hear and see the matter.


KING CLAUDIUS


With all my heart; and it doth much content me


To hear him so inclined.


Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,


And drive his purpose on to these delights.


ROSENCRANTZ


We shall, my lord.


Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN


KING CLAUDIUS


Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;


For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,


That he, as ’twere by accident, may here


Affront Ophelia:


Her father and myself, lawful espials,


Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing, unseen,


We may of their encounter frankly judge,


And gather by him, as he is behaved,


If ‘t be the affliction of his love or no


That thus he suffers for.


QUEEN GERTRUDE


I shall obey you.


And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish


That your good beauties be the happy cause


Of Hamlet’s wildness: so shall I hope your virtues


Will bring him to his wonted way again,


To both your honours.


OPHELIA


Madam, I wish it may.


Exit QUEEN GERTRUDE


LORD POLONIUS


Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,


We will bestow ourselves.


To OPHELIA


Read on this book;


That show of such an exercise may colour


Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,–


‘Tis too much proved–that with devotion’s visage


And pious action we do sugar o’er


The devil himself.


KING CLAUDIUS


[Aside] O, ’tis too true!


How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!


The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,


Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it


Than is my deed to my most painted word:


O heavy burthen!


LORD POLONIUS


I hear him coming: let’s withdraw, my lord.


Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS


Enter HAMLET


HAMLET


To be, or not to be: that is the question:


Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer


The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,


Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,


And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;


No more; and by a sleep to say we end


The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks


That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation


Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;


To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;


For in that sleep of death what dreams may come


When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,


Must give us pause: there’s the respect


That makes calamity of so long life;


For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,


The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,


The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,


The insolence of office and the spurns


That patient merit of the unworthy takes,


When he himself might his quietus make


With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,


To grunt and sweat under a weary life,


But that the dread of something after death,


The undiscover’d country from whose bourn


No traveller returns, puzzles the will


And makes us rather bear those ills we have


Than fly to others that we know not of?


Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;


And thus the native hue of resolution


Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,


And enterprises of great pith and moment


With this regard their currents turn awry,


And lose the name of action.–Soft you now!


The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons


Be all my sins remember’d.


OPHELIA


Good my lord,


How does your honour for this many a day?


HAMLET


I humbly thank you; well, well, well.


OPHELIA


My lord, I have r

emembrances of yours,


That I have longed long to re-deliver;


I pray you, now receive them.


HAMLET


No, not I;


I never gave you aught.


OPHELIA


My honour’d lord, you know right well you did;


And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed


As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,


Take these again; for to the noble mind


Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.


There, my lord.


HAMLET


Ha, ha! are you honest?


OPHELIA


My lord?


HAMLET


Are you fair?


OPHELIA


What means your lordship?


HAMLET


That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should


admit no discourse to your beauty.


OPHELIA


Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than


with honesty?


HAMLET


Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner


transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the


force of honesty can translate beauty into his


likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the


time gives it proof. I did love you once.


OPHELIA


Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.


HAMLET


You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot


so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of


it: I loved you not.


OPHELIA


I was the more deceived.


HAMLET


Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a


breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;


but yet I could accuse me of such things that it


were better my mother had not borne me: I am very


proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at


my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,


imagination to give them shape, or time to act them


in. What should such fellows as I do crawling


between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,


all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.


Where’s your father?


OPHELIA


At home, my lord.


HAMLET


Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the


fool no where but in’s own house. Farewell.


OPHELIA


O, help him, you sweet heavens!


HAMLET


If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for


thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as


snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a


nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs


marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough


what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,


and quickly too. Farewell.


OPHELIA


O heavenly powers, restore him!


HAMLET


I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God


has given you one face, and you make yourselves


another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and


nick-name God’s creatures, and make your wantonness


your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on’t; it hath


made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:


those that are married already, all but one, shall


live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a


nunnery, go.


Exit


OPHELIA


O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!


The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword;


The expectancy and rose of the fair state,


The glass of fashion and the mould of form,


The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!


And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,


That suck’d the honey of his music vows,


Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,


Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;


That unmatch’d form and feature of blown youth


Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,


To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!


Re-enter KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS


KING CLAUDIUS


Love! his affections do not that way tend;


Nor what he spake, though it lack’d form a little,


Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul,


O’er which his melancholy sits on brood;


And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose


Will be some danger: which for to prevent,


I have in quick determination


Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,


For the demand of our neglected tribute


Haply the seas and countries different


With variable objects shall expel


This something-settled matter in his heart,


Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus


From fashion of himself. What think you on’t?


LORD POLONIUS


It shall do well: but yet do I believe


The origin and commencement of his grief


Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia!


You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said;


We heard it all. My lord, do as you please;


But, if you hold it fit, after the play


Let his queen mother all alone entreat him


To show his grief: let her be round with him;


And I’ll be placed, so please you, in the ear


Of all their conference. If she find him not,


To England send him, or confine him where


Your wisdom best shall think.


KING CLAUDIUS


It shall be so:


Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go.


Exeunt


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This work was written by William Shakespeare, a while ago.

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