William Shakespeare - Sämtliche Werke von Shakespeare in einem Band - Zweisprachige Ausgabe (Deutsch-Englisch)

But that I know love is begun by time,

And that I see, in passages of proof,

Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

There lives within the very flame of love

A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it;

And nothing is at a like goodness still;

For goodness, growing to a plurisy,

Dies in his own too much: that we would do,

We should do when we would; for this ‘would’ changes,

And hath abatements and delays as many

As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;

And then this ‘should’ is like a spendthrift sigh,

That hurts by easing. But to the quick o’ the ulcer:—

Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake

To show yourself your father’s son in deed

More than in words?

LAER.

To cut his throat i’ the church.

KING.

No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;

Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,

Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.

Hamlet return’d shall know you are come home:

We’ll put on those shall praise your excellence

And set a double varnish on the fame

The Frenchman gave you; bring you in fine together

And wager on your heads: he, being remiss,

Most generous, and free from all contriving,

Will not peruse the foils; so that with ease,

Or with a little shuffling, you may choose

A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice,

Requite him for your father.

LAER.

I will do’t:

And for that purpose I’ll anoint my sword.

I bought an unction of a mountebank,

So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,

Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,

Collected from all simples that have virtue

Under the moon, can save the thing from death

This is but scratch’d withal: I’ll touch my point

With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,

It may be death.

KING.

Let’s further think of this;

Weigh what convenience both of time and means

May fit us to our shape: if this should fail,

And that our drift look through our bad performance.

‘Twere better not assay’d: therefore this project

Should have a back or second, that might hold

If this did blast in proof. Soft! let me see:—

We’ll make a solemn wager on your cunnings,—

I ha’t:

When in your motion you are hot and dry,—

As make your bouts more violent to that end,—

And that he calls for drink, I’ll have prepar’d him

A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping,

If he by chance escape your venom’d stuck,

Our purpose may hold there.

[Enter Queen.]

How now, sweet queen!

QUEEN.

One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,

So fast they follow:—your sister’s drown’d, Laertes.

LAER.

Drown’d! O, where?

QUEEN.

There is a willow grows aslant a brook,

That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;

There with fantastic garlands did she come

Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,

That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,

But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them.

There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds

Clamb’ring to hang, an envious sliver broke;

When down her weedy trophies and herself

Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;

And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;

Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes;

As one incapable of her own distress,

Or like a creature native and indu’d

Unto that element: but long it could not be

Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,

Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay

To muddy death.

LAER.

Alas, then she is drown’d?

QUEEN.

Drown’d, drown’d.

LAER.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,

And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet

It is our trick; nature her custom holds,

Let shame say what it will: when these are gone,

The woman will be out.—Adieu, my lord:

I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,

But that this folly douts it.

[Exit.]

KING.

Let’s follow, Gertrude;

How much I had to do to calm his rage!

Now fear I this will give it start again;

Therefore let’s follow.

[Exeunt.]

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A churchyard.

[Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c.]

1 CLOWN.

Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully seeks her own salvation?

2 CLOWN.

I tell thee she is; and therefore make her grave straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial.

1 CLOWN.

How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence?

2 CLOWN.

Why, ‘tis found so.

1 CLOWN.

It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. For here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act: and an act hath three branches; it is to act, to do, and to perform: argal, she drowned herself wittingly.

2 CLOWN.

Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,—

1 CLOWN.

Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here stands the man; good: if the man go to this water and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes,—mark you that: but if the water come to him and drown him, he drowns not himself; argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.

2 CLOWN.

But is this law?

1 CLOWN.

Ay, marry, is’t—crowner’s quest law.

2 CLOWN.

Will you ha’ the truth on’t? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o’ Christian burial.

1 CLOWN.

Why, there thou say’st: and the more pity that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even Christian.—Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers: they hold up Adam’s profession.

2 CLOWN.

Was he a gentleman?

1 CLOWN.

He was the first that ever bore arms.

2 CLOWN.

Why, he had none.

1 CLOWN.

What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture? The Scripture says Adam digg’d: could he dig without arms? I’ll put another question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess thyself,—

2 CLOWN.

Go to.

1 CLOWN.

What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?

2 CLOWN.

The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.

1 CLOWN.

I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows does well; but how does it well? it does well to those that do ill: now, thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To’t again, come.

2 CLOWN.

Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?

1 CLOWN.

Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.

2 CLOWN.

Marry, now I can tell.

1 CLOWN.

To’t.

2 CLOWN.

Mass, I cannot tell.

[Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance.]

1 CLOWN.

Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating; and when you are asked this question next, say ‘a grave-maker;’ the houses he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor.

[Exit Second Clown.]

[Digs and sings.]

In youth when I did love, did love,

Methought it was very sweet;

To contract, O, the time for, ah, my behove,

O, methought there was nothing meet.

HAM.

Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at grave-making?