O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with you:-why do you go about to recover the wind of me,2 as if you would drive me into a toil? Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe? Guil. My lord, I cannot. Ham. I pray you. Guil. Believe me, I cannot. 370 Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. Ham. It is as easy as lying: govern these ventages3 with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops. Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. 378 Ham. Why look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'S blood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret1 me, you cannot play upon me. 1 "While the grass grows the steed starves." 2 To recover the wind of me, i.e., in hunting, to get to windward of the game, that it may be driven into the toil without scenting it. 3 These ventages, the stops. * Fret, a quibble; the frets are the stops of an instrument. 39 O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; But to confront the visage of offence? 49 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?" 60 That cannot be, since I am still possess'd Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! All may be well. 70 [Retires and kneels. 1 Of vantage, i.e. from a point of vantage. 2 Rests, remains. 3 Limed, caught with bird-lime. 4 Engag'd, entangled. Enter HAMLET. Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; And now I'll do 't: and so he goes to heaven; I, his sole son, do this same villain send 80 O, this is hire and salary, not revenge. And how his audit stands who knows save heaven? But, in our circumstance and course of thought, Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage, 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 same. Enter QUEEN and POLONIUS. Pol. 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 5 Would, ie. requires to. • Flush, full of vigour. 7 Broad, unrestrained. And would it were not so!-you are my mother. Queen. Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak. Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; 19 You go not till I set you up a glass Pol. [Behind] What, ho! help, help, help! Ham. [Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead! [Makes a pass through the arras. Pol. [Behind] O, I am slain! [Falls and dies. Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Nay, I know not: Is it the king? Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune; Thou find'st to be too busy in some danger. Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If damned custom have not braz'd it so, 40 In noise so rude against me? 50 Queen. The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 60 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? 1 Sense, feeling. 2 Contraction, i.e. marriage contract. 3 Thought-sick, sick with anxiety. 4 Station, attitude in standing. 5 Batten, grow fat. |