Hamlet Digital
Texto:ACT 4. Scene 7



Enter King and Laertes

1   KING.   Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,                               
2                 And you must put me in your heart for friend,
3                 Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
4                 That he which hath your noble father slain
                   Pursued my life.
5   LAER.                          It well appears. But tell me                                        
6                 Why you proceeded not against these feates
7                 So crimefull and so capital in nature,
8                 As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
                   You mainly were stirred up.
9   KING.                                            O for two special reasons,
10               Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinewed,                           
11               But yet to me they're strong. The Queen his mother
12               Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,
13               My virtue or my plague, be it either which,
14               She's so conjunctive to my life and soul
15               That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,                                     
16               I could not but by her. The other motive
17              Why to a public count I might not go
18               Is the great love the general gender bear him,
19               Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
20               Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,                             
21               Convert his gives to graces, so that my arrows,
22               Too slightly timbred for so loud a wind,
23               Would have reverted to my bow again,
24               But not where I have aimed them.
25 LAER.   And so have I a noble father lost,                                                       
26               A sister driven into desperate terms,
27               Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
28               Stood challenger on a mount of all the age
29               For her perfections. But my revenge will come.
30 KING.   Break not your sleeps for that, you must not think                               
31               That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,
32               That we can let our beard be shook with danger
33               And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more.
34               I loved your father and we love our self,
35               And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine.                                         

Enter a Messenger with Letters.

36  MESSThese to Your Majesty, this to the Queen.
37  KING.  From Hamlet! Who brought them?
38  MESS.  Sailors my Lord they say. I saw them not.
39              They were given me by Claudio, he received them
40              Of him that brought them.                                                                     
41 KINGLaertes, you shall hear them. Leave us.
42             "High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your kingdom.
43              Tomorrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes, when I shall,
44              first asking you pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden
45              return."                                                                                                
46 KING. What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
47             Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
     LAER.  Know you the hand?
48 KING.                                   It's Hamlet's character.
49               Naked, and in a postscript here he says:
50              "Alone". Can you advice me?                                                                
51 LAER   I am lost in it my Lord, but let him come.
52              It warms the very sickness in my heart
53              That I live and tell him to his teeth:
                 "Thus didst thou."
54 KING.                               If it be so Laertes,
55              As how should it be so, how otherwise                                                 
                  Will you be ruled by me?
56 LAER.                                       I my Lord,
57              So you will not o'errule me to a peace.
58 KING.  To thine own peace, if he be now returned
59              As checking at his voyage, and that he means
60              No more to undertake it. I will work him                                              
61              To an exploit, now ripe in my devise,
62              Under the which he shall not choose but fall.
63              And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
64              But even his mother shall uncharge the practice
                  And call it accident.
65 LAER.                              My Lord I will be ruled                                           
66              The rather if you could devise it so
                  That I might be the organ.
67 KING.                                          It falls right,
68              You have been talked of since your travail much,
69              And that in Hamlet's hearing. For a quality
70              Wherein they say you shine, your sum of parts                                      
71              Did not together pluck such envy from him
72              As did that one, and that in my regard
                  Of the unworthiest siege.
73 LAER.                                        What part is that my Lord?
74 KING.  A very ribald in the cap of youth,
75              Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes                                             
76              The light and careless livery that it wears
77              Than settled age, his sables, and his weeds
78              Importing health and graveness; two months since
79              Here was a gentleman of Normandy.
80              I have seen myself, and served, against the French,                                 
81              And they can well on horseback, but this gallant
82              Had witchcraft in it. He grew unto his seat,
83              And to such wondrous doing, brought his horse,
84              As had he been incorpsed, and demy natured
85              With the brave beast. So farre he topt my thought,                                  
86              That I in forgery of shapes and tricks
                  Come short of what he did.
87 LAER.                                            A Norman was't?
88 KING.  A Norman.
     LAER.  Uppon my life, Lamound.
89 KING.                                        The very same.
90 LAERT. I know him well. He is the brooch indeed                                               
                   And gem of all the nation.
91 KING.                                          He made confession of you,
92              And gave you such a masterly report
93              For art and exercise in your defence,
94              And for your rapier most especial,
95              That he cried out  'twould be a fight indeed                                              
96              If one could match you; the scrimures of their nation,
97              He swore, had neither motion, guard nor eye
98              If you opposed them; sir, this report of his
99              Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,
100            That he could nothing do, but wish and beg                                            
101            Your sudden coming o'er to play with you.
                  Now out of this.
102 LAERT.                           What out of this my Lord?
103 KINGLaertes, was your father dear to you?
104             Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
                   A face without a heart?
105 LAERT.                                     Why ask you this?                                             
106 KING.  Not that I think you did not love your father,
107             But that I know, love is begun by time,
108             And that I see in passages of proof;
109             Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
110            There lives within the very flame of love                                                   
111             A kind of week or snuff  that will abate it,
112             And nothing is at a like goodness still,
113             For goodness growing to a pleurisy
114             Dies in his own too much. That we would do,
115             We should do when we would: for this would changes,                             
116             And hath abatements and delays as many
117             As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents,
118             And then this should is like a spent thirsts sigh
119             That hurts by easing; but to the quick of the ulcer,
120             Hamlet comes back. What would you undertake                                      
121             To show yourself in deed your father's son
                   More than in words?
122 LAERT.                                 To cut his throat in the Church.
123 KING.  No place indeed should murder sanctuarise;
124             Revenge should have no bounds. But good Laertes,
125             Will you do this? Keep close within your chamber,                                    
126            Hamlet returned, shall know you are come home,
127            We'll put on those shall praise your excellence,
128             And set a double varnish on the fame
129             The French man gave you, bring you in fine together
130             And wager o'er your heads; he being remiss,                                              
131             Most generous, and free from all contriving,
132            Will not peruse the foils, so that, with ease,
133            Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
134            A sword unbated, and in a pace of practice
                  Requite him for your father.
135 LAERT.                                      I will do't                                                             
136             And for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
137             I bought an unction of a mountebank
138             So mortal, that but dip a knife in it,
139             Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare,
140             Collected from all simples that have virtue                                                   
141             Under the moon, can save the thing from death.
142             That is but scratch withal; I'll touch my point
143             With this contagion, that if I gall him slight,
                   It may be death.
144 KING.                              Let's further think of this.
145             Weigh what convenience both time and means                                            
146             May fit us to our shape if this should fail,
147             And that our drift look through our bad performance.
148             'Twere better not essayed. Therefore, this project
149             Should have a back or second that might hold
150             If this did blast in proof. Soft, let me see.                                                     
151             We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings.
152             I have it: when in your motion you are hot and dry,
153             As make your bouts more violent to that end,
154             And that he calls for a drink, I'll have prepared him
155             A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,                                              
156             If he by chance escape your venomed stuck,
157             Our purpose may hold there; but stay, what noise?

Enter Queen.

158 QUEE. One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,
159             So fast they follow. Your Sister's drowned Laertes.
160 LAER. Drowned,owhere?                                                                                             
161 QUEE. There is a willow grows aslant a brook
162             That shows his hore leaves in the glassy stream.
163             Therewith, fantastic garlands did she make
164             Of Crow-flowers, Nettles, Daisies and long Purples,
165             That liberal Shepherds give a grosser name,                                                   
166             But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.
167             There, on the pendant boughs her cronet weeds
168            Clambering to hang. An envious sliver broke,
169             When down her weedy trophies and herself
170             Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,                                       
171             And Mermaid like awhile they bore her up,
172             Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds,
173             As one incapable of her own distress,
174             Or like a creature native and endued
175             Unto that element. But long it could not be                                                      
176             Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
177             Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
                   To muddy death.
178 LAER.                               Alas, then she is drowned.
179 QUEE.  Drowned, drowned.
180 LAER.   Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,                                                  
181             And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet,
182             It is our trick, nature her custom holds.
183             Let shame say what it will, when these are gone,
184             The woman will be out. Adieu my Lord,
185             I have a speech of fire that fain would blaze,                                                    
                   But that this fool doubts it.
Exit

186 KING.                                         Let's follow Gertrude,
187            How much I had to do to calm his rage.
188             Now fear I this will give it start again,
189             Therefore let's follow.
 

Exeunt.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 

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