Hamlet

cLaudius
Oh, my offence is rank. It smells to heaven.

It hath the primal eldest curse upon t,
A brothers murder. Pray can I not.
Though inclination be as sharp as will,
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursd hand
Were thicker than itself with brothers blood?
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And whats in prayer but this twofold force,
To be forestalld ere we come to fall
Or pardoned being down? Then Ill look up.
My fault is past. But oh, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn, Forgive me my foul murder?
That cannot be, since I am still possessed
Of those effects for which I did the murder:
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardoned and retain th' offense?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offenses gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law. But tis not so above.
There is no shuffling. There the action lies
In his true nature, and we ourselves compelled,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when one can not repent?
O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
O limd soul that, struggling to be free,

Art more engaged! Help, angels. Make assay.
Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe.
All may be well. (kneels)
a brothers murder. I cant pray, though I want to desperately. My guilt is

stronger even than my intentions. And like a person with two opposite things to
do at once, I stand paralyzed and neglect them both. So what if this cursed hand
of mine is coated with my brothers blood? Isnt there enough rain in heaven to
wash it clean as snow? Isnt that what Gods mercy is for? And doesnt prayer
serve these two purposesto keep us from sinning and to bring us forgiveness
when we have sinned? So Ill pray. Ive already committed my sin. But, oh, what
kind of prayer is there for me? Dear Lord, forgive me for my horrible murder?
That wont work, since Im still reaping the rewards of that murder: my crown and
my queen. Can a person be forgiven and still keep the fruits of his crime? In this
wicked world, criminals often take the money they stole and use it to buy off the
law, shoving justice aside. But not in heaven. Up there, every action is judged for
exactly what its worth, and were forced to confront our crimes. So what can I
do? What is there left to do? Offer whatever repentance I canthat couldnt hurt.
But it cant help either! Oh, what a lousy situation Im in. My hearts as black as
death. My soul is stuck to sin, and the more it struggles to break free, the more it
sticks. Help me, angels! Cmon, make an effort. Bend, stubborn knees. Steely
heart, be soft as a newborn babe, so I can pray. Perhaps everything will turn out
okay after all. (he kneels)
Hamlet:To give the
That was your husband. Now look at this other one.
world assurance of a
Here is your present husband, like a mildewed ear
man.
of corn infecting the healthy one next to it. Do you
This was your
have eyes? How could you leave the lofty heights of
husband. Look you
this man here and descend as low as this one? Ha!
now, what follows.
Do you have eyes? You cannot say you did it out of
Here is your husband,
love, since at your age romantic passions have
like a mildewed ear
grown weak, and the heart obeys reason. But what
Blasting his
reason could move you from this one to that one?
wholesome brother.
You must have some sense in your head, since
Have you eyes?
youre able to get around, but it seems to be
Could you on this fair
paralyzed, since even if you were crazy you would
mountain leave to
know the difference between these two men. No
feed
one ever went so insane that they couldnt get an
And batten on this
easy choice like this one right. What devil was it that
moor? Ha, have you
blindfolded you? Eyes without feeling, feeling
eyes?
without sight, ears without hands or eyes, smell
You cannot call it love,
without anything else, the use of even one impaired
for at your age
sense would not permit such a mistake as yours.
The heyday in the
Oh, for shame, why arent you blushing? If evil can
blood is tame, its
overtake even an old mothers bones, then let it
humble,
melt my own. It turns out its no longer shameful to
And waits upon the
act on impulsenow that the old are doing so, and
judgment. And what
now that reason is a servant to desire.
judgment
Would step from this
to this? Sense sure
you have,
Else could you not
have motion. But sure
that sense
Is apoplexed, for
madness would not

err,
Nor sense to ecstasy
was ne'er so thralled,
But it reserved some
quantity of choice
To serve in such a
difference. What devil
was t
That thus hath
cozened you at
hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling,
feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or
eyes, smelling sans
all,
Or but a sickly part of
one true sense
Could not so mope. O
shame, where is thy
blush?
Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in
a matrons bones,
To flaming youth let
virtue be as wax
And melt in her own
fire. Proclaim no
shame
When the compulsive
ardor gives the
charge,
Since frost itself as
actively doth burn,
And reason panders
will.
90
GERTRUDE
GERTRUDE
O Hamlet, speak no
Oh, Hamlet, stop! Youre
more!
making me look into my
Thou turnst mine eyes
very soul, where the
into my very soul,
marks of sin are so thick
And there I see such
and black they will never
black and graind spots
be washed away.
As will not leave their

tinct.
95
HAMLET
HAMLET
Nay, but to live
Yes, and you lie in the
In the rank sweat of an
sweaty stench of your
enseamd bed,
dirty sheets, wet with
Stewed in corruption,
corruption, making love
honeying and making

love
Over the nasty sty

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cLaudius

Oh, my offence is rank. It smells to heaven.

O limd soul that, struggling to be free,

a brothers murder. I cant pray, though I want to desperately. My guilt is

Hamlet:To give the

That was your husband. Now look at this other one.

Here is your present husband, like a mildewed ear

of corn infecting the healthy one next to it. Do you

This was your

have eyes? How could you leave the lofty heights of

husband. Look you

this man here and descend as low as this one? Ha!

now, what follows.

Do you have eyes? You cannot say you did it out of

Here is your husband,

love, since at your age romantic passions have

like a mildewed ear

grown weak, and the heart obeys reason. But what

reason could move you from this one to that one?

You must have some sense in your head, since

Have you eyes?

youre able to get around, but it seems to be

Could you on this fair

paralyzed, since even if you were crazy you would

know the difference between these two men. No

one ever went so insane that they couldnt get an

And batten on this

moor? Ha, have you

blindfolded you? Eyes without feeling, feeling

without sight, ears without hands or eyes, smell

You cannot call it love,

without anything else, the use of even one impaired

for at your age

sense would not permit such a mistake as yours.

The heyday in the

Oh, for shame, why arent you blushing? If evil can

blood is tame, its

overtake even an old mothers bones, then let it

melt my own. It turns out its no longer shameful to

And waits upon the

act on impulsenow that the old are doing so, and

judgment. And what

now that reason is a servant to desire.

madness would not

Oh, Hamlet, stop! Youre

making me look into my

Thou turnst mine eyes

very soul, where the

into my very soul,

marks of sin are so thick

And there I see such

and black they will never

black and graind spots

As will not leave their

Nay, but to live

Yes, and you lie in the

In the rank sweat of an

sweaty stench of your

dirty sheets, wet with