Songtexte Hamlet: Act 5 - Scene 2, "Come Hamlet, Come and Take This Hand" (Claudius) [Part III] - John Gielgud

Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me

Give me your pardon, sir, I have done you wrong
But pardon't as you are a gentleman
This presence knows, and you must needs have heard
How I am punish'd with a sore distraction
What I have done that might your nature, honour
And exception roughly awaken
I here proclaim, was madness

Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes?

Never Hamlet

If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away
And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it
Who does it then? His madness

If't be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd
His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy

Sir, in this audience, let my disclaiming
From all purpose'd evil free me so far
In your most generous thoughts that I have shot
Mine arrow o'er the house, and hurt my brother

I am satisfied in nature, whose motive in this case
Should stir me most to my revenge
But in my terms of honour I stand aloof
And will no reconcilement till, by some elder
Masters of known honour, I have a voice
And precedent of peace to keep my name ungored
But all that time I do receive your offer'd love
Like love, and will not wrong it

I embrace it freely, and will this brother's wager
Frankly play
Give us the foils. Come on

Come, one to me

I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night
Stick fiery off indeed

You mock me, sir

No, by this hand

Give them the foils, young Osric

Cousin Hamlet, you know the wager

Very well, my lord. Your grace hath laid the odds
On the weaker side

I do not fear it. I have seen you both
But since he is better, we have therefore odds

This is too heavy. Let me see another

This likes me well. These foils have all a length

Ay, my good lord

Set me the stoups of wine upon that table
If Hamlet give the first or second hit
Or quit in answer of the third exchange
Let all the battlements their ordnance fire
The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath
And in the cup an union shall he throw
Richer than that which four successive kings
In Denmark's crown have worn
Give me the cups; and let the kettle to the trumpet speak
The trumpet to the cannoneer without
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth
Now the king drinks to Hamlet
Come, begin

And you the judges bear a wary eye

Come on, sir

Come, my lord

One

No

A judgment

A hit, a very palpable hit

Well, again

Stay, give me drink
Hamlet, this pearl is thine
Here's to thy health
Give him the cup

I'll play this barge first; sit it by awhile
Come, sir

Another hit. What say you?

A touch, a touch, I do confess't

Our son shall win

His patens can't abreath
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows
The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet

Good madam

Gertrude, do not drink

I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me

It is the poison'd cup; 'tis too late

I dare not drink it, madam. By and by

Come, let me wipe thy face

My lord, I'll hit him now

I do not think it

And yet it is almost against my conscience

Come, for the third, Laertes; you but dally
I pray you pass me your best violence
I am afeard you make a wanton of me

Stay you, sir; come on

Nothing neither way

Have at you now

Part them, bards

Come again

Look to the queen there, ho!

They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?

How is't, Laertes?

Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery

How does the queen?

She swoons to see them bleed

No, ho! the drink, the drink!
O my dear Hamlet!
The drink, the drink!
I am poison'd

O, villainy!
Ho! let the door be lock'd

Treachery! seek it out

It is here

Hamlet, Hamlet, thou art slain
No medicine in the world can do thee good

What, ho!
In thee there is not half an hour's life
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand
Unbated and envenomed
The foul practice hath turned itself on me
Lo, here I lie, never to rise again
Thy mother's poisoned; I can no more
The king, the king's to blame

The king?

The point envenomed, too
Then, venom, to thy word

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane
Drink off this potion; is thy union here?
Follow my mother

Ah, ah, ah