Enter Trumpets and Kettle-drums, KING, QUEEN,
POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN,
and other LORDS attendant, with his GUARD carrying
torches. Danish march. Sound a flourish.
HAMLET: They are coming to the play. I must be idle; 
Get you a place.
KING: How fares our cousin Hamlet?
HAMLET: Excellent, i' faith, of the chameleonıs dish:
I eat the air, promise-crammed; you cannot feed
capons so. 
KING: I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet, these
words are not mine.
HAMLET: No, nor mine now. [To Polonius.] My
lord, you played once i' thı university, you say?
POLONIUS: That did I, my lord, and was accounted a 
HAMLET: What did you enact?
POLONIUS: I did enact Julius Caesar. I was killed i' thı
Capitol; Brutus killed me.
HAMLET: It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a 
calf there. Be the players ready?
ROSENCRANTZ: Ay, my lord, they stay upon your
QUEEN: Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
HAMLET: No, good mother, here's metal more 
POLONIUS: [To the King.] O ho, do you mark that?
HAMLET: Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
[He lies at Ophelia's feet.]
OPHELIA: No, my lord.
HAMLET: I mean, my head upon your lap? 
OPHELIA: Ay, my lord.
HAMLET: Do you think I meant country matters?
OPHELIA: I think nothing, my lord.
HAMLET: That's a fair thought to lie between maidsı
OPHELIA: What is, my lord?
OPHELIA: You are merry, my lord.
HAMLET: Who, I?
OPHELIA: Ay, my lord. 
HAMLET: O God, your only jig-maker. What should
a man do but be merry, for look you how cheerfully
my mother looks, and my father died within's two
OPHELIA: Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. 
HAMLET: So long? Nay then let the devil wear black,
for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens, die two
months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope
a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year,
but, by'r lady, ıa must build churches then, or else 
shall 'a suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse,
whose epitaph is, "For O, for O, the hobby-horse is
The trumpets sounds. Dumb show follows.
Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly, the Queen
embracing him and he her. She kneels and makes show of
protestation unto him. He takes her up and declines his head
upon her neck. He lies him down upon a bank of flowers.
She, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon come in another
man, takes off his crown, kisses it, pours poison in the sleeper's
ears, and leaves him. The Queen returns, finds the King dead,
makes passionate action. The poisoner with some three or
four mutes come in again, seem to condole with her. The
dead body is carried away. The poisoner woos the Queen
with gifts; she seems harsh and unwilling awhile, but in the
end accepts love.
OPHELIA: What means this, my lord?
HAMLET: Marry, this' miching mallecho, it means 
OPHELIA: Belike this show imports the argument of
HAMLET: We shall know by this fellow. The players
cannot keep counsel, they'll tell all. 
OPHELIA: Will 'a tell us what this show meant?
HAMLET: Ay, or any show that you will show him.
Be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell
you what it means.
OPHELIA: You are naught, you are naught. I'll mark 
PROLOGUE: For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently.
HAMLET: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? 
OPHELIA: 'Tis brief, my lord.
HAMLET: As woman's love.
Enter [two Players as] KING and QUEEN.
PLAYER KING: Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
Neptune's salt wash and Tellusı orbed ground,
And thirty dozen moons with borrowed sheen 
About the world have times twelve thirties been,
Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
Unite comutual in most sacred bands.
PLAYER QUEEN: So many journeys may the sun and moon
Make us again count o'er ere love be done! 
But woe is me, you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer and from your former state,
That I distrust you. Yet though I distrust,
Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must,
For women fear too much, even as they love, 
For women's fear and love hold quantity,
In neither aught, or in extremity.
Now what my love is, proof hath made you know,
And as my love is sized, my fear is so.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; 
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
PLAYER KING: Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
My operant powers their functions leave to do,
And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
Honoured, beloved, and haply one as kind 
For husband shalt thou --