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Hamlet: Deed three, Scene 4 Translation

A side-by-side translation of Act iii, Scene 4 of Hamlet from the original Shakespeare into modern English.

Original Text	Translated Text
Source: Folger Shakespeare Library
Enter Queen and Polonius. POLONIUS He will come direct. Look you lay habitation to him. Tell him his pranks have been besides broad to bear with And that your Grace hath screened and stood between 5 Much rut and him. I'll silence me even hither. Pray you, be round with him. HAMLET, within Mother, mother, mother! QUEEN I'll warrant you. Fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming. 10 Polonius hides behind the arras.	In Gertrude'due south bedroom, Polonius coaches Gertrude on what to say to Hamlet. Polonius says she should tell him his pranks have gone as well far, and that she's been covering his royal behind long enough. Every bit Hamlet approaches, Polonius hides behind a tapestry.
Enter Hamlet. HAMLET Now, female parent, what's the thing? QUEEN Village, g hast thy begetter much offended. HAMLET Mother, yous have my begetter much offended. QUEEN Come up, come, you answer with an idle tongue. HAMLET Go, go, you lot question with a wicked tongue. 15	Gertrude reprimands Hamlet for upsetting Claudius with the play, but Hamlet turns the tables and starts attacking her for marrying her husband'due south brother.
QUEEN Why, how now, Hamlet? HAMLET What'due south the matter now? QUEEN Have you forgot me? HAMLET No, by the rood, non then. You are the Queen, your married man's brother'southward wife, xx And (would it were not and then) yous are my mother. QUEEN Nay, and so I'll set those to y'all that tin speak. Village Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge. Y'all go not till I set you up a drinking glass Where y'all may come across the inmost function of you. 25 QUEEN What wilt thou practice? Thou wilt not murder me? Help, ho!	Gertrude is feeling pretty disrespected by Hamlet, and then she moves to call in some other people (probably Polonius and Claudius) to talk to him. Village tells her she's not going anywhere until he gets her to wait deeply into the mirror (figuratively) and then she can come across just how desperately she's behaved. At this betoken, the Queen gets a petty worried and cries out for help.
POLONIUS, behind the arras What ho! Assist! Hamlet How now, a rat? Expressionless for a ducat, dead. He kills Polonius past thrusting a rapier through the arras. POLONIUS, backside the arras O, I am slain! 30 QUEEN O me, what hast thou done? HAMLET Nay, I know not. Is it the King? QUEEN O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Hamlet A bloody deed—almost as bad, good female parent, Equally kill a king and marry with his brother. 35 QUEEN As kill a rex?	Polonius, even so behind the mantle, echoes Gertrude's cry for aid, which causes Village to turn and stab him through the tapestry. Hamlet is convinced he'due south killed "a rat," a.k.a., Claudius, until Polonius cries out and Gertrude says, "What have yous done?" Um, I'm not sure, Hamlet says. That was the king, correct? Clearly, Hamlet thinks it was. And killing Claudius, he tells his mom, isn't as bad as what she did when she killed Old Village and married his brother. Gertrude seems truly baffled by this statement.
HAMLET Ay, lady, information technology was my word. He pulls Polonius' body from behind the arras. Yard wretched, rash, intruding fool, cheerio. I took thee for thy improve. Have thy fortune. Thou notice'st to be besides busy is some danger. 40 To Queen. Leave wringing of your hands. Peace, sit you down, And permit me wring your heart; for so I shall If it be made of penetrable stuff, If damnèd custom take not brazed it and then 45 That information technology exist proof and bulwark confronting sense.	Oh snap. It wasn't Claudius behind the tapestry. It was Polonius. Village didn't mean to impale the old busybody, but at the same time, he thinks Polonius kind of got what he deserved. If he hadn't always been meddling in everyone else'southward business organisation, he wouldn't be in this position. (This position being "expressionless.") He tells his mother to end wringing her easily because he plans to wring her heart—if in fact her heart is still capable of feeling emotion.
QUEEN What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy natural language In dissonance so rude against me? Hamlet Such an act That blurs the grace and chroma of modesty, fifty Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent beloved And sets a blister there, makes spousal relationship vows Every bit faux as dicers' oaths—O, such a deed As from the body of contraction plucks 55 The very soul, and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words! Heaven's confront does glow O'er this solidity and compound mass With heated visage, every bit against the doom, Is thought-ill at the act. 60 QUEEN Ay me, what deed That roars so loud and thunders in the index?	Gertrude wants to know what she'south done to brand Village talk to her this fashion. Hamlet says she's done something and then horrible that she's lost her virtue, get a hypocrite, fabricated a mockery of nuptials vows, and made all of sky sick. Gertrude again demands to know what he's talking about.
Hamlet Look here upon this film and on this, The counterfeit presentment of 2 brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow, 65 Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye similar Mars' to threaten and command, A station similar the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing loma, A combination and a form indeed 70 Where every god did seem to set his seal To requite the world assurance of a man. This was your husband. Look you now what follows. Hither is your husband, like a mildewed ear Diggings his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? 75 Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed And batten on this moor? Ha! Have you eyes? You cannot call it dearest, for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, information technology's humble And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment 80 Would footstep 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 then thralled, But it reserved some quantity of option 85 To serve in such a divergence. 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 simply a sickly part of 1 true sense 90 Could not then mope. O shame, where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If one thousand canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax And melt in her own burn down. Proclaim no shame 95 When the compulsive ardor gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.	It'due south similar this, Hamlet says. On the one paw, there's my dad, your showtime husband, who was totally awesome. He had the qualities and the blessings of multiple gods. And on the other hand, at that place's his deadbeat brother, Claudius, who is like a moldy ear of corn that infects everything effectually information technology. What on earth made her choose to ally that jerkface? There's no explaining it except that she must have been motivated by some horrible evil.
QUEEN O Village, speak no more! Thou turn'st my optics into my very soul, 100 And there I see such black and grainèd spots As will non leave their tinct. Village Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamèd bed, Stewed in corruption, honeying and making love 105 Over the nasty sty! QUEEN O, speak to me no more! These words like daggers enter in my ears. No more, sweet Hamlet!	Gertrude begs Village to stop. She's looking inside her soul now, like he wanted her to, and she doesn't like what she's seeing.
HAMLET A murderer and a villain, 110 A slave that is not twentieth role 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— 115 QUEEN No more!	Hamlet keeps going, saying his mom married a murderer and a villain who stole his male parent'due south crown.
Hamlet A rex of shreds and patches— Enter Ghost. Relieve me and hover o'er me with your wings, You lot heavenly guards!—What would your gracious figure? 120 QUEEN Alas, he'due south mad. HAMLET Practice you non come your tardy son to chide, That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by Th' important acting of your dread command? O, say! 125 GHOST Do not forget. This visitation Is but to whet thy virtually blunted purpose. But wait, anaesthesia on thy mother sits. O, pace between her and her fighting soul. Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. 130 Speak to her, Hamlet.	The ghost of Rex Village shows up in the middle of Prince Village's rant. (Good timing.) He reminds Hamlet that he'south got some revenge to attend to, and talking to his mom is simply part of the preparation. The ghost tells Hamlet to talk to his mom. She's watching him like he's totally cuckoo right at present.
Hamlet How is it with y'all, lady? QUEEN Alas, how is 't with yous, That y'all do bend your center on vacancy And with thursday' incorporal air exercise concord discourse? 135 Along at your eyes your spirits wildly peep, And, as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm, Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, Outset upward and stand an terminate. O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper 140 Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon practise you expect? HAMLET On him, on him! Look you how stake he glares. His class and cause conjoined, preaching to stones, Would make them capable. To the Ghost. Exercise not await upon me, 145 Lest with this piteous action you convert My stern effects. And so what I take to do Will want true color—tears perchance for blood. QUEEN To whom do y'all speak this? HAMLET Do you meet nothing at that place? 150 QUEEN Nothing at all; nevertheless all that is I see. Village Nor did you nothing hear? QUEEN No, nothing but ourselves. HAMLET Why, look you there, look how it steals away! My father, in his addiction as he lived! 155 Look where he goes even now out at the portal! Ghost exits.	So Hamlet turns to his mom and says, "How's it going?" Um, not well, Gertrude tells him. She asks what he's looking at and who he's talking to. Village is shocked to realize that she can't hear or meet the ghost. Final fourth dimension, remember, all his buddies saw the ghost, as well. Then what'south going on here? Gertrude clearly thinks Hamlet's lost it, but what practise yous retrieve? Did the ghost choose only to appear to Hamlet this time? Whatever the case, the ghost leaves.
QUEEN This is the very coinage of your brain. This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. HAMLET Ecstasy? 160 My pulse equally yours doth temperately keep time And makes as healthful music. Information technology is not madness That I have uttered. Bring me to the test, And I the matter will reword, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for beloved of grace, 165 Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass simply my madness speaks. Information technology will but skin and film the ulcerous identify, Whiles rank corruption, mining all inside, Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven, 170 Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do non 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, 175 Yea, curb and woo for go out to do him skilful.	Gertrude says it'due south pretty articulate that Hamlet'due south crazy, but Hamlet tells her that's not the case. He's totally sane, but even if she thinks he's crazy, she tin can't but forget about all of her sins and blame everything on his madness. He begs his mother to apologize for her sins and stop making things worse with excuses and lies to cover over her corrupt deeds.
QUEEN O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain! Hamlet O, throw away the worser part of information technology, And live the purer with the other one-half! Good night. Just go non to my uncle'south bed. 180 Assume a virtue if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel all the same in this, That to the use of actions fair and expert He likewise gives a frock or livery 185 That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next forbearance, the next more easy; For utilise almost can change the postage of nature And either … the devil or throw him out 190 With wondrous authorization. Once more, good night, And, when you are desirous to be blest, I'll approval beg of yous. For this aforementioned lord Pointing to Polonius. I do repent; but heaven hath pleased it so To punish me with this and this with me, 195 That I must be their scourge and government minister. I will bequeath him and volition answer well The death I gave him. So, over again, proficient night. I must be cruel only to be kind. This bad begins, and worse remains backside. 200 One discussion more, good lady.	Gertrude tells Village he's breaking her eye in 2, and he says, "Perfect. Throw away the bad half and keep the pure one." He tells her she has to acknowledge that her remarriage was a sin and stop having sex with Claudius. If she abstains tonight, it will get easier and easier to keep saying no to him.
QUEEN What shall I do? HAMLET Not this past no means that I bid y'all practice: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed, Compression wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse, 205 And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers, Make you to ravel all this matter out That I essentially am non in madness, But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know, 210 For who that's just a queen, fair, sober, wise, Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib, Such dearest concernings hide? Who would do then? No, in despite of sense and secrecy, Unpeg the basket on the house's top, 215 Permit the birds fly, and like the famous ape, To try conclusions, in the handbasket creep And intermission your own cervix down.	Gertrude appears to exist coming around. She asks Hamlet what she should exercise now, and he says (once again), don't sleep with Claudius. This time, though, he's proverb information technology because he's worried that if she goes to bed with Claudius, he'll convince her to talk freely nearly Hamlet, and she'll be tempted to tell him that Hamlet isn't actually mad, that he's just pretending. Co-ordinate to Hamlet, that would put Gertrude in bang-up danger...just like the ape that tried to wing like a bird and wound up breaking its cervix. Um, yeah, we're not sure where that story comes from, but yous get the betoken: if Gertrude spills to Claudius, he might kill her.
QUEEN Exist thou assured, if words be made of breath And breath of life, I have no life to breathe 220 What m hast said to me.	Gertrude says there's no need to worry about her talking. To talk, you have to exist able to breathe, and she feels pretty much expressionless at this signal.
HAMLET I must to England, you know that. QUEEN Alack, I had forgot! 'Tis then ended on. HAMLET There's letters sealed; and my two schoolfellows, 225 Whom I will trust as I volition adders fanged, They conduct 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 difficult 230 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 prepare me packing. I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room. 235 Mother, good dark indeed. This counselor Is now virtually still, most undercover, and most grave, Who was in life a foolish prating knave.— Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.— Good night, mother. 240 They go out, Hamlet tugging in Polonius.	Hamlet then reminds his mother that he has to leave for England with his "friends," Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, neither of whom he actually trusts. He says the lilliputian scheme Claudius is setting is fine, equally he will basically exist diddled up past his ain bomb (hoisted with his own petard). Hamlet and so looks at Polonius and comments that this guy, who was such a foolish prattler in life is finally placidity and serious, a.k.a., "grave," as in...well, you get information technology. Then, lugging Polonius' corpse out, he wishes his mom a good night. But a typical Fri night at Elsinore.

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