Текст книги "Hamlet. Macbeth / Гамлет. Макбет"

Scene III

A room in the Castle

Enter King, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

King

I like him not, nor stands it safe with us

To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you,

I your commission will forthwith dispatch,

And he to England shall along with you.

The terms of our estate may not endure

Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow

Out of his lunacies.

Guildenstern

We will ourselves provide.

Most holy and religious fear it is

To keep those many many bodies safe

That live and feed upon your Majesty.

Rosencrantz

The single and peculiar life is bound

With all the strength and armour of the mind,

To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more

That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest

The lives of many. The cease of majesty

Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw

What's near it with it. It is a massy wheel

Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,

To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things

Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which when it falls,

Each small annexment, petty consequence,

Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone

Did the King sigh, but with a general groan.

King

Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;

For we will fetters put upon this fear,

Which now goes too free-footed.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

We will haste us.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]

[Enter Polonius]

Polonius

My lord, he's going to his mother's closet.

Behind the arras I'll convey myself

To hear the process. I'll warrant she'll tax him home,

And as you said, and wisely was it said,

'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,

Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear

The speech of vantage. Fare you well, my liege,

I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,

And tell you what I know.

King

Thanks, dear my lord.

[Exit Polonius]

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;

It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, —

A brother's 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 cursed hand

Were thicker than itself with brother's 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 what's in prayer but this twofold force,

To be forestalled ere we come to fall,

Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up.

My fault is past. But O, what form of prayer

Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!

That cannot be; since I am still possess'd

Of those effects for which I did the murder, —

My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.

May one be pardon'd and retain th'offence?

In the corrupted currents of this world

Offence's 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 compell'd

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 cannot repent?

O wretched state! O bosom black as death!

O limed soul, that struggling to be free,

Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay:

Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings

                         of steel,

Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe.

All may be well.

[Retires and kneels]

[Enter Hamlet]

Hamlet

Now might I do it pat, now he is praying.

And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven;

And so am I reveng'd. That would be scann'd:

A villain kills my father, and for that

I, his sole son, do this same villain send

To heaven. O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.

He took my father grossly, full of bread,

With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;

And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?

But in our circumstance and course of thought,

'Tis heavy with him. And am I then reveng'd,

To take him in the purging of his soul,

When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No.

Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent:

When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage,

Or in th'incestuous pleasure of his bed,

At gaming, swearing; or about some act

That has no relish of salvation in't,

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,

And that his soul may be as damn'd and black

As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays.

This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.

[Exit]

The King rises and advances.

King

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

[Exit]

Scene IV

Another room in the Castle

Enter Queen and Polonius

Polonius

He will come straight. Look you lay home

                         to him,

Tell him his pranks have been too broad

                         to bear with,

And that your Grace hath screen'd and stood

                         between

Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here.

Pray you be round with him.

Hamlet

[Within] Mother, mother, mother.

Queen

I'll warrant you, Fear me not.

Withdraw, I hear him coming.

[Polonius goes behind the arras]

[Enter Hamlet]

Hamlet

Now, mother, what's the matter?

Queen

Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

Hamlet

Mother, you have my father much offended.

Queen

Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

Hamlet

Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.

Queen

Why, how now, Hamlet?

Hamlet

What's the matter now?

Queen

Have you forgot me?

Hamlet

No, by the rood, not so.

You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife,

And, would it were not so. You are my mother.

Queen

Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.

Hamlet

Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge.

You go not till I set you up a glass

Where you may see the inmost part of you.

Queen

What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?

Help, help, ho!

Polonius

[Behind] What, ho! help, help, help!

Hamlet

How now? A rat? [Draws]

Dead for a ducat, dead!

[Makes a pass through the arras]

Polonius

[Behind] O, I am slain!

[Falls and dies]

Queen

O me, what hast thou done?

Hamlet

Nay, I know not. Is it the King?

[Draws forth Polonius]

Queen

O what a rash and bloody deed is this!

Hamlet

A bloody deed. Almost as bad, good mother,

As kill a king and marry with his brother.

Queen

As kill a king?

Hamlet

Ay, lady, 'twas my word. —

[To Polonius] Thou wretched, rash,

                         intruding fool, farewell!

I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune,

Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger. —

Leave wringing of your hands. Peace, sit you down,

And let me wring your heart, for so I shall,

If it be made of penetrable stuff;

If damned custom have not braz'd it so,

That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

Queen

What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue

In noise so rude against me?

Hamlet

Such an act

That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,

Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose

From the fair forehead of an innocent love,

And sets a blister there. Makes marriage vows

As false as dicers' oaths. O such a deed

As from the body of contraction plucks

The very soul, and sweet religion makes

A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face doth glow,

Yea this solidity and compound mass,

With tristful visage, as against the doom,

Is thought-sick at the act.

Queen

Ay me, what act,

That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?

Hamlet

Look here upon this picture, and on this,

The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.

See what a grace was seated on this brow,

Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,

An eye like Mars, to threaten and command,

A station like the herald Mercury

New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill:

A combination and a form indeed,

Where every god did seem to set his seal,

To give the world assurance of a man.

This was your husband. Look you now what follows.

Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear

Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?

Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,

And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?

You cannot call it love; for at your age

The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,

And waits upon the judgement:

                         and what judgement

Would step from this to this? Sense sure

                         you have,

Else could you not have motion; but sure

                         that sense

Is apoplex'd, for madness would not err

Nor sense to ecstacy was ne'er so thrall'd

But it reserv'd some quantity of choice

To serve in such a difference. What devil was't

That thus hath cozen'd 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 matron's bones,

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,

And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame

When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,

Since frost itself as actively doth burn,

And reason panders will.

Queen

O Hamlet, speak no more.

Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul,

And there I see such black and grained spots

As will not leave their tinct.

Hamlet

Nay, but to live

In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,

Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love

Over the nasty sty.

Queen

O speak to me no more;

These words like daggers enter in mine ears;

No more, sweet Hamlet.

Hamlet

A murderer and a villain;

A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe

Of your precedent lord. A vice of kings,

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,

That from a shelf the precious diadem stole

And put it in his pocket!

Queen

No more.

Hamlet

A king of shreds and patches! —

[Enter Ghost]

Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,

You heavenly guards! What would your

                         gracious figure?

Queen

Alas, he's mad.

Hamlet

Do you not come your tardy son to chide,

That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by

The important acting of your dread command?

O say!

Ghost

Do not forget. This visitation

Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.

But look, amazement on thy mother sits.

O step between her and her fighting soul.

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.

Speak to her, Hamlet.

Hamlet

How is it with you, lady?

Queen

Alas, how is't with you,

That you do bend your eye on vacancy,

And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?

Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,

And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,

Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements,

Start up and stand an end. O gentle son,

Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper

Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

Hamlet

On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares,

His form and cause conjoin'd,

                         preaching to stones,

Would make them capable. —

                         Do not look upon me,

Lest with this piteous action you convert

My stern effects. Then what I have to do

Will want true colour; tears perchance

                         for blood.

Queen

To whom do you speak this?

Hamlet

Do you see nothing there?

Queen

Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.

Hamlet

Nor did you nothing hear?

Queen

No, nothing but ourselves.

Hamlet

Why, look you there! look how it steals away!

My father, in his habit as he liv'd!

Look where he goes even now out at the portal.

[Exit Ghost]

Queen

This is the very coinage of your brain.

This bodiless creation ecstasy

Is very cunning in.

Hamlet

Ecstasy!

My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time,

And makes as healthful music. It is not madness

That I have utter'd. Bring me to the test,

And I the matter will re-word; which madness

Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul

That not your trespass, but my madness speaks.

It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,

Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,

Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven,

Repent what's past, avoid what is to come;

And do not spread the compost on the weeds,

To make them ranker. Forgive

                         me this my virtue;

For in the fatness of these pursy times

Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,

Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

Queen

O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

Hamlet

O throw away the worser part of it,

And live the purer with the other half.

Good night. But go not to mine uncle's bed.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

That monster custom, who all sense doth eat,

Of habits evil, is angel yet in this,

That to the use of actions fair and good

He likewise gives a frock or livery

That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight,

And that shall lend a kind of easiness

To the next abstinence. The next more easy;

For use almost can change the stamp of nature,

And either curb the devil, or throw him out

With wondrous potency. Once more,

                         good night,

And when you are desirous to be bles'd,

I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord

[Pointing to Polonius]

I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so,

To punish me with this, and this with me,

That I must be their scourge and minister.

I will bestow him, and will answer well

The death I gave him. So again, good night.

I must be cruel, only to be kind:

Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

One word more, good lady.

Queen

What shall I do?

Hamlet

Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:

Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed,

Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you

                         his mouse,

And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,

Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd

                         fingers,

Make you to ravel all this matter out,

That I essentially am not in madness,

But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know,

For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,

Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,

Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?

No, in despite of sense and secrecy,

Unpeg the basket on the house's top,

Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape,

To try conclusions, in the basket creep

And break your own neck down.

Queen

Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,

And breath of life, I have no life to breathe

What thou hast said to me.

Hamlet

I must to England, you know that?

Queen

Alack,

I had forgot. 'Tis so concluded on.

Hamlet

There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,

Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd, —

They bear the mandate, they must sweep my way

And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;

For 'tis the sport to have the enginer

Hoist with his own petard, and 't shall go hard

But I will delve one yard below their mines

And blow them at the moon. O, 'tis most sweet,

When in one line two crafts directly meet.

This man shall set me packing.I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.

Mother, good night. Indeed, this counsellor

Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,

Who was in life a foolish prating knave.

Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.

Good night, mother.

[Exit Hamlet dragging out Polonius]

Act IV

Scene I

A room in the Castle

Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

King

There's matter in these sighs. These profound

                         heaves

You must translate; 'tis fit we understand them.

Where is your son?

Queen

Bestow this place on us a little while.

[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out]

Ah, my good lord, what have I seen tonight!

King

What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?

Queen

Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend

Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit

Behind the arras hearing something stir,

Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!'

And in this brainish apprehension kills

The unseen good old man.

King

O heavy deed!

It had been so with us, had we been there.

His liberty is full of threats to all;

To you yourself, to us, to everyone.

Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?

It will be laid to us, whose providence

Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out

                         of haunt

This mad young man. But so much was our love

We would not understand what was most fit,

But like the owner of a foul disease,

To keep it from divulging, let it feed

Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?

Queen

To draw apart the body he hath kill'd,

O'er whom his very madness, like some ore

Among a mineral of metals base,

Shows itself pure. He weeps for what is done.

King

O Gertrude, come away!

The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch

But we will ship him hence, and this vile deed

We must with all our majesty and skill

Both countenance and excuse.-Ho, Guildenstern!

Re-enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

Friends both, go join you with some further aid:

Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,

And from his mother's closet hath

                         he dragg'd him.

Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body

Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]

Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends,

And let them know both what we mean to do

And what's untimely done, so haply slander,

Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,

As level as the cannon to his blank,

Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,

And hit the woundless air. O, come away!

My soul is full of discord and dismay.

[Exeunt]

Scene II

Another room in the Castle

Enter Hamlet

Hamlet

Safely stowed.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

[Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

Hamlet

What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.

[Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]

Rosencrantz

What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?

Hamlet

Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

Rosencrantz

Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence,

And bear it to the chapel.

Hamlet

Do not believe it.

Rosencrantz

Believe what?

Hamlet

That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge-what replication should be made by the son of a king?

Rosencrantz

Take you me for a sponge, my lord?

Hamlet

Ay, sir; that soaks up the King's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.

Rosencrantz

I understand you not, my lord.

Hamlet

I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps

                         in a foolish ear.

Rosencrantz

My lord, you must tell us where the body is and go with us to the King.

Hamlet

The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King is a thing —

Guildenstern

A thing, my lord!

Hamlet

Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.

[Exeunt]

Scene III

Another room in the Castle

Enter King, attended

King

I have sent to seek him and to find the body.

How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!

Yet must not we put the strong law on him:

He's lov'd of the distracted multitude,

Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes;

And where 'tis so, th'offender's scourge is weigh'd,

But never the offence. To bear all smooth

                         and even,

This sudden sending him away must seem

Deliberate pause. Diseases desperate grown

By desperate appliance are reliev'd,

Or not at all.

[Enter Rosencrantz]

How now? What hath befall'n?

Rosencrantz

Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,

We cannot get from him.

King

But where is he?

Rosencrantz

Without, my lord, guarded, to know your pleasure.

King

Bring him before us.

Rosencrantz

Ho, Guildenstern! Bring in my lord.

[Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern]

King

Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?

Hamlet

At supper.

King

At supper? Where?

Hamlet

Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, – two dishes, but to one table. That's the end.

King

Alas, alas!

Hamlet

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

King

What dost thou mean by this?

Hamlet

Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.

King

Where is Polonius?

Hamlet

In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th'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.

King

[To some Attendants] Go seek him there.

Hamlet

He will stay till you come.

[Exeunt Attendants]

King

Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety, —

Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve

For that which thou hast done, – must send

                         thee hence

With fiery quickness. Therefore prepare thyself;

The bark is ready, and the wind at help,

Th'associates tend, and everything is bent

For England.

Hamlet

For England?

King

Ay, Hamlet.

Hamlet

Good.

King

So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.

Hamlet

I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for England! Farewell, dear mother.

King

Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Hamlet

My mother. Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England.

[Exit]

King

Follow him at foot. Tempt him

                         with speed aboard;

Delay it not; I'll have him hence tonight.

Away, for everything is seal'd and done

That else leans on th'affair. Pray you make haste.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]

And England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, —

As my great power thereof may give thee sense,

Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red

After the Danish sword, and thy free awe

Pays homage to us, – thou mayst not coldly set

Our sovereign process, which imports at full,

By letters conjuring to that effect,

The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;

For like the hectic in my blood he rages,

And thou must cure me. Till I know 'tis done,

Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun.

[Exit]