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'Gainst fortune's state would treason have pro- To make oppression bitter; or, ere this

, nounc'd :

I should have fatted all the region kites But if the gods themselves did see her then, With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain! When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs; Why, what an ass am 1? This is most brave; The instant burst of clamor that she made, That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, (Unless things mortal move them not at all,) Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, 1Vould have made milch the burning eye of heaven, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, And passion in the gods.

And fall a cursing, like a very dab, Pol. Look, wliether he has not turned his colour, A scullion! and has tears in's eyes. -- Pr’ythee, no more! Fye upon't! foh! About my brains ! Hamph! Thare

Ilam. 'Tis well! i'll have thee speak out the rest heard, of this soon. Good


lord, will you see the That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, players well bestowed ? Do you hear, let them be Have by the very canning of the scene well used; for they are the abstract, and brief Been struck so to the soul, that presently chronicles, of the time. After your death you were They have proclaim'd their malefactions;. better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while for morder, though it have no tongue, will speaks

With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their Play something like the murder of my father

, desert.

Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks; Hain. Odd's bodikio, man, much better! Use every I'll tent him to the quick; if he do bleuch, man after his clesert, and who shall'scape whipping? I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, Use them after your own honour and dignity. The May be a devil; and the devil hath power less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhap, Take them in!

Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, Pol. Come, sirs!

(As he is very potent with such spirits, (Exit Polonius, with sonle of the Players. Abuses me to dama me: I'll have grounds Ham. Follow him, friends! we'll hear a play to- More relative, than this. The play's the thing, morrow.— Dost thou hear me, old friend, can you Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. Eru. play the murder of Gonzago? 1 Play. Ay, my lord ! llam. We'll have it to-morrow night. You could,

A CT III. for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen


A room in the Castle. lines, which I would set down, insert in’t ? could Enter King, Queen, Polosius, OPHELIA, RosesCEAST.

and GuildexSTEN. 1 Play. Ay, my lord!

King. And can you, by no drift of conference

, Ilam. Very well!- Follow that lord, and look you Get from him, why he puts on this confusios

; mock him not! [Exit Player.] My good friends, (To Grating so harshly all his days of quiet Rus, and Guil.] i'll leave you till night; you are With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? welcome to Elsinore!

Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracies Ros. Good my lord !

But, from what cause he will by no means speaks (Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be soundza Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you!-- Now I am alone! But with a crafty madness, kceps aloof, 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

When we would bring him on to some confessica Is it not monstrous, that this player here,

Of his true state. But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

Queen. Did he receive you well ?
Could force his soul so to his own conceit,

Ros. Most like a gentlenian.
That from her working, all his visage wann'd; Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition

, Tears in his eyes, distraction iu's aspect,

Ros. Niggard of question ; but, of our demuós

A broken voice, and his whole function suiting Most free in his reply.
With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! Queen. Did you assay him
For Hecuba!

To any pastime?
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,

Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players
That he should weep for her? What would he do, We u'er-ranght on the way: of these we
Hath he the motive and the cue for passion, And there did seem in him a kind of joy
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, To hear of it. They are about the court;
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; And, as I think, they have already order
Make mad the guilty, and appal the free,

This night to play before hina.
Confound the ignorant; and amaze, indeed,

Pol. 'T'is most true : The very faculties of eyes and ears.

And he beseech'd me to entreat your Yet I,

To hear and see the matter. A dull and muddy-metuled rascal, peak,

King. With all my heart; and it doth much cefLike John a-dreams, anpregnant of my canse, And can say nothing ; no, not for a hing,

To hear him so inclin'd. Upon whose property, and most dear lite,

Good gentlemes, give him a further edge,
A'damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?

And drive his purpose on to these delights.
Who calls me villaiu? breaks my pate across? Ros. We shall, my lord!
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?

(Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstens
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me theliei'the throat, King. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too:
As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this?

For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither

, Ha!

That he, as 'twere by accident, may here Why, I should take it: for it cannot be,

Affront Ophelia.

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ller father, and myself (lawful espials,)

I never gave you aught.
Will so bestow ourselves, that, seeing, unseen, Oph. My honour'd lord, you

know right well you
We may of their encounter frankly judge;
And gather by him, as he is behav’d,

And, with them, words of so sweet breath compos'd If’t be the affliction of his love, or no,

As made the things more rich : their perfume lost,
That thus he suffers for.

Take these again; for to the noble mind,
Queen. I shall obey you:

Rich gists wax poor, when givers prove unkind.
And, for your part, Ophelia, I do wish,

There, my lord !
That your good beauties be the happy cause llam. Ha, ha! are you honest ?
of flamlet's wildness: so shall I hope, your virtues Oph. My lord ?
Will bring him to his wonted way again,

llam. Are you fair ?
To both your honours.

Oph. What means your lordship?
Oph. Madam, I wish it may ! (Exit Queen. liam. That if you be honest, and fair, you should
Pol. Ophelia, walk you here! Gracious, so please admit no discourse to your beauty,

Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better com-
We will bestow ourselves. — Read on this book! merce, than with honesty?

[ To Ophelia. Han. Ay, truly! for the power of beauty will sooner That show of such an exercise may colour

transform honesty from what it is to a bawd, than Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this, the force of honesty can translate beauty into his 'Tis too much prov'd--that, with devotion's visage, likeness; this was some time a paradox, but now And pious action, we do sugar o'er

the time gives it proof. I did love you once. The devil himself.

Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. King. O, 'tis too true! how smart

Ham. You should not have believed me; for virA lash that speech doth give my conscience ! tue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art, relish of it: I loved you not. Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it,

Oph. I was the more deceived. Than is my deed to my most painted word: Allam. Get thee to a nunnery; why would'st thou O heavy burden!

[ Aside. be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent Pol. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord! honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things,

[Exeunt King, and Polonius. that it were better, my mother had not borne me: Enter HAMLET.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitions; with more Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question:- ofl'ences at my beck, than Dhave thoughts to put Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suller them in, imagination to give them shape, or time The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; to act them in. What should such fellows as I Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, do crawling between earth and heaven! We are And, by opposing, end them? - To die, – to sleep,- arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy ways No more ;— and, by a sleep, to say we end

to a nunnery! Where's your father ? The heart-ach, and the thousand natural shocks

Oph. At home, my lord ! That flesh is heir too, -- 'tis a consummation Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him; that he Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, - to sleep; — may play the fool no where but in's own house. To sleep! perchance to dream;- ay, there's the rub; Farewell! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens! When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this Must give us pause. There's the respect, plague for thy dowry; be thou as chaste as ice, as pure That makes calamity of so long life:

as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, to a nunnery; farewell! Or, if thou wilt needs marry,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough, Brela The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go! The insolence of office, and the spurns

and quickly too! Farewell! That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

Oph. Hcavenly powers, restore him! When he himself might his quietus make

Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well With a bare bodkiu? who would fardels bear, enough; God hath given you one.face, and you make To grunt and sweat under a weary life;

yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you But that the dread of something after death, lisp, and nick name God's creatures, and make your The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn wantonness your ignorance. Go to! I'll no more No traveller returns, – puzzles the will;

of’t; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no And makes us rather bear those ills we have, more marriages: those that are married already, all Than fly to others that we know not of?

but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; To a nunnery, go!

(Exit Hamlet. And thus the native hue of resolution

Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue,sword:
And enterprizes of great pith and moment, The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
With this regard, their currents turn awry, The glass of fashion, aud the mould of form.
And lose the name of action. — Soft you, now! The observ'd of all observers! quite, quite down!
The fair Ophelia :- Nymph, in thy orisons And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
Be all my sins remember'd.

That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Oph. Good my lord,

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, How does your honour for this many a day? Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; Ham. I humbly thank you! well.

That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, Oph.. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, Blasted with ecstacy. O, woe is me! That I have longed long to re-deliver ;

To have seen what I have seen, see what I sec! I pray you, now receive them.

Re-enter King and Polonios.
Ham. No, not I;

King. Love! his affections do not that way tend;

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Sport and repose lock from me, day and night! Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
To desperation turn my trust and hope!

A very, very- peacock.
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!

Hor. You might have rhymed. Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy,

Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word Meet what I would have well, and it destroy! for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Both here, and hence, pursue me lasting strife, Hor. Very well, my lord! If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

llam. Upon the talk of the poisoning Ham. If she should break it now, - [To Ophelia. Hor. I did very well note him. P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here Ham. Ah, ha ! - Come, some music! come, the tea while!

corders, My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile For if the king like not the comedy, The tedious day with sleep.

[Sleeps. Why they, belike, - he likes it not, perdy.P. Queen. Sleep rock thy brain;

And never come mischance between us twain! (Exit. Come, some music!
Ham. Madam, how like you this play?

Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you,
Queen. Thelady doth protest too much, methinks. Ham. Sir, a whole history.
Ham. O, but she'll keep her word.

Guil. The king, sir, King. Have you heard the argument? Is there no Ilam. Ay, sir, what of him? oflence in't?

Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distempered Ham. No, no, they do bat jest, poison in jest; no Ham. With drink, sir ? offence i'the world.

Guil. No, my lord, with choler. King. What do you call the play?

Ilam. Your wisdom should show itself more richer

, Ilam. The mouse-trap, Marry, how? Tropically. to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to putkia This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: to this purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him iste Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you more choler. shall see anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work. But Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some what of that? your majesty, and we that have free frame, and start not so wildly from my allur, souls, it touches us not: let the galled jade wince, Ham. I am tame, sir !-- pronounce! our withers are unwrung.

Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great

fliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.

Ham. You are welcome! Oph. You are as good, as a chorus, my lord! Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is vat of Ham. I could interpret between you and your love, the right breed. If it shall please you to make me if I could see the puppets dallying.

a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's cornOph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. mandment: if not, your pardon, and my retara, skal Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off my be the end of my business. edge.

Ham. Sir, I cannot. Oph. Still better, and worse.

Guil. What, my lord ? Ham. So you mistake your husbands.-Begin, mur- Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wi's derer! leave thy damnable faces, and begia? Come! diseased : but, sir, such answer as I can make, taa

The croaking raven shall command; or, rather, as you say, my mother Doth bellow for revenge.

therefore no more, but to the matter! My mother, Luc. Thonghts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time you say, agreeing;

Ros. Then, thus she says: Your behavioar halb Confederate season, else no creature seeing ; struck her into amazement and admiration. Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, Hum.O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! With Hecat's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's Thy natural magic and dire property,

admiration? impart! On wholesome life usurp immediately.

Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, (Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears. ere you go to bed. Ham. He poisons him i’the garden for his estate. Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our ** His name's Gonzago : the story is extant, and writ- ther. Have you any further trade with us? ten in very choice Stalian. You shall see anon, how Ros. My lord, you once did love me. the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Ham. And do still

, by these pickers and stealer Oph. The king rises.

Ros. Good my lord, what is your

cause of distempe

? Ham. What! frighted with false fire!

you do,surely, but bar the door upon your own liberty Queen. How fares my lord ?

if you deny your griefs to your

friend. Pol. Give o'er the play,

Ham. Sir, í lack advancement. King. Give me some light: --away!

Ros. How can that be, when you have the roice of Pol. Lights, lights, lights!

the king himself for your succession in Deuzmi? [Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio. Ham. Ay, sir, but, iWhile the grass grows, Flam. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, proverb is something musty. The hart ungalled play:

Enter the Players, with recorders. For some must watch, wluite some must sleep; o, the recorders! - let me see one!- To wihdran Thus runs the world away.-

with you. – Why do you go about to recover the Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, (if the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? rest of my fortones turn Turk with me,) with two Guil. O, my ford, if my duty be too bold, my love is Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fel- too uomannerly. lowship in a cry of players, sir?

lam. I do not well understand that. Will yo pang Hor. Half a sliare.

upon this pipe? Ham. A whole one, I.

Guil. My lord, I cannot.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,

Ham. I pray you!
This realm dismantled was

Guil. Believe me, I cannot.

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Ham. I do beseech you !

Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone
Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord!

Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
Ham. 'Tis as easy, as lying: govern these ven- King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage!
tages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with For we will fetters put upon this fear,
your mouth,and it will discourse most eloquent music. Which now goes too free-footed.
these are the stops !

Ros. Guil. We will haste us.
Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. of harmony; I have not the skill.

Enter Polonius. Ilam. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: you make of me! You would play upon me: you Behind the arras I'll convey myself, would seem to know my stops: you would pluck out To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax him home: the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from And, as you said, and wisely was it said, my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there 'Tis meet, that some more audience, than a mother, is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; Since nature makes them partial, should o'er-hear yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think The speech of vantage. Fare you well, my liege ! I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what I'll call upon you ere you go to bed, instrument you will, though you can fret me, you And, tell you what I know. cannot play upon me.

King. Thacks, dear my lord ! (Exit Polonius.
Enter PoloniUS.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven!
God bless


It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, and A brother's murder ! — Pray can I not,

Though inclination be as sharp as will;
Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
shape of a camei?

And, like a man to double business bound,
Pol. By the mass, aud'tis like a camel, indeed! I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
Ilam. Methinks, it is like a weasel.

And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Pol. It is backed like a weasel.

Were thicker, than itself with brother's blood?
Ham. Or like a whale.

Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens,
Pol. Very like a whale.

To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy,
Ham. Then will I come to my mother by and by. But to confront the visage of offence?
They fool me to the top of my bent. - I will come And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force, -
by and by.

To be forestalled, ere we come to fall,
Pol. I will say so.

(Exit Polonius. Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Ilam. By and by is easily said.-Leave me, friends! My fault is past. But 0, what form of prayer

[Exeunt Ros. Guil. Hor. etc can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder! 'Tis now the very witching time of night; That cannot be; since I am still possess'd When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes of those effects for which I did the murder,

My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence?
And do such business as the bitter day

In the corrupted currents of this world,
Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother !- Offence's gilded hand may shote by justice;
O, heart, lose not thy nature ! let not ever And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom!

Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above: me be cruel, not unnatural!

There is no shuffling, there the action lies,
I will speak daggers to her, but use none; In his true nature; and we ourselves compellid,
GD BE My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:

Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, How in my words soever she be shent,

To give in evidence. What then? what rests ? To give them seals, never, my soul, consent! [Exit. Try what repentance can! What can it not?

Yet what can it, when one can not repent ?
SCENE III. - A room in the same. O wretched state! O bosom, black as death!
Enter King, Rosencrantz, and GUILDENSTERN. O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
King. I like him pot; nor stands it safe with us, Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay!
To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you; Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart

, with strings of steel, 1 your commission will forth with dispatch,

Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
And he to England shall along with you :

be well!

(Retires and kneels 'The terms of our estate may not enduro

Enter HAMLET. Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow

Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; Out of his lines.

And now I'll do't! — and so he goes to heaven! Guil. We will onrselves provide :

And so am I reveng'd? That would be scann'd: Most holy and religious fear it is,

A villain kills my father; and, for that,
To keep those many many bodies safe,

1, his sole son, do this same villain send
That life, and feed, upon your majesty.

To heaven.
Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge!
With all the strength and armour of the mind; He took my father grossly, full of bread;
To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more With all this crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest And, how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven?
The lives of many. The cease of majesty

But, in our circumstance and course of thought,
Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw 'Tis heavy with him. And am I then reveng'd,
What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel, To take him in the purging of his soul,
Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
To whose hoge spokes ten thousand lesser things

Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, Up, sword! and know thou a more horrid hent!
Each small annexment, petty consequence,

When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage!


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Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed; As from the body of contraction plucks
At gaming, swearing; or about some act

The very soul; aud sweet religion makes
That has no relish of salvation in't:

A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face doth glow;
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black,

With tristful visage, as against the doom,
As hell, whereto it goes! My mother stays :

Is thought-sick at the act. This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. [Exit. Queen. Ah me, what act, The King rises, and advances.

That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? King. My words flynp, my thoughts remain below: llam. Look here, upon this picture, and on this! Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. (Exit. The counterfeit presentment of two brothers!

See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
SCENE IV. - Another room in the same. Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
Enter Queen and Polonius.

An eye like Marş, to threaten and command;
Pol. He will come straight. Look you, lay home A station like the herald Mercury,
to him!

New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with; A combination, and a form, indeed,
And that your grace hath screen's and stood between Where every god did seem to set his seal
Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. To give the world assurance of a man:
Pray you, be round with him!

This was your husband !- Look you now, what Queen. l'll warrant you;

follows ! Fear me not :-- withdraw, I hear him coming. Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,

(Polonius hides himself. Blasting his wholesome brother. Hare you eyes? Enter HAMLET.

Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. You canyot call it, love: for at your age Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idletongue. And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Nam. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, yon bave

, Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet?

Else could you not have motion: but, sure, that sense Hain. What's the matter now?

Is apoplex'd; for maduess would not err; Queen. Have you forgot me?

Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thralld, llam. No, by the rood, not so:

But it reserv'd some quantity of choice,
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
And, — 'would it were not so !- you are my mother. That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak. Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Nam. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
not budge;

Or but a sickly part of one true sense
You go not, till I set you up a glass,

Could not so mope.
Where you may see the inmost part of you. O shame! where is thy blash? Rebellious belly

Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
Help, help, ho!

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
Pol. (Behind.) What, ho! help!

And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, Ham. How now! a rat?

[Draws. When the compulsive ardour gives the charge ; Dead, for a ducat, dead !

Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
{IIamlet makes a pass through the arras. And reason panders will.
Pol. (Behind.] 0, I am slain ! (Falls, and dies. Queen. 0 Hamlet, speak no more!
Queen. O me, what hast thou done?

Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul; llam. Nay, I know not:

And there I see such black and grained spots, Is it the king ?

As will not leave theii tinct. (Lifts up


arras, and draws forth Polonius. Ham. Nay, but to live
Queen. 0, what a rash and bloody deed is this! In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed;

Hamn. A bloody deed ; – almost as bad, good mother, Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love
As kill a king, and marry with his brother,

Over the nasty stye;-
Queen. As kill a king!

Queen. O, speak to me no more! Hun. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.

These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears? Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!


more, sweet Hamlet!

(To Polonius. Ham. A murderer, and a villain!
I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune! A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe
Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger.- of your precedent lord !-a vice of kings!
Leave wringing of your hands. Peace; sit you down, A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;
And let me wring your heart! for so I shall, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
If it be made of penetrable stuft ;

And put it in his pocket!
If damned custom hath not braz'd it so,

Queen. No more! That it be proof and bulwark against sense.

Enter Ghosta Queen. What have I done, that thou dar’st wag Ham. A king thy tongue

of shreds and patches ! In noise so rude against me?


and hover o'er me with your wings, Ilam. Such an act,

You heavenly guards! - What would your gracious That blars the grace and blush of modesty;

figure? Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose

From the fair forehead of an innocent love, Hum. Do you not come your tardy son to cide,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by
As false as dicers' oaths. 0, such a deed

The important acting of your dread command?

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