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Queen. Have you forgot me?
No, by the rood,' not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; 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 You go not, till I set you up a glass
(budge; Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Queen. What wilt thou do; thou wilt not murder Help, help, ho!
(me? Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help! Ham.
How now! a rat?
[Draws. Dead, for a ducat, dead.
[HAMLET makes a pass through the arras. Pol. [Beħind.]
O, I am slain.
[Falls, and dies. Queen. O me, what hast thou done? · Ham.
Nay, I know not: Is it the king ?
[Lifts up the arras, and draws forth POLONIUS. Queen. 0, what a rash and bloody deed is this !
Ham. A bloody deed;—almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
Quech. As kill a king!
Ay, lady, 'twas my word.— Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
[To PoloniUS. I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune : Thou find’st, to be too busy, is some danger.Leave wringing of your hands : Peace; sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not braz'd it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense.
Queen. What have I done, that thou dar’st wag thy In noise so rude against me ?
Such an act,
Ah me, what act,
Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's 4 curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A stations like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.—Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, 6 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 ? You cannot call it, love: for, at your age, The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; And what judgment Would step from this to this? O shame! where is thy blush ?
* the roseate hue.
2 the marriage contract. s this earth. . 4 Hyperion, as before, for Hyperion.
5 an attitude. 6 Alluding to Pharoah's dream in the 41st chapter of Genesis.
7 grow fat.
O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct. Нат.
Nay, but to liveQueen.
0, speak to me no more ; These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears; No more, sweet Hamlet. Нат.
A murderer, and a villain : A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe Of your precedent lord :-a vice' of kings: A cutpurse of the empire and the rale; That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! Queen.
Enter Ghost. Ham.
A king Of shreds and patches : Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards !What would your gracious Queen. Alas, he's mad.
(figure ? Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That laps’d in time and passion, lets go by Th' important acting of your dread command ? 0, say!
Ghost. Do not forget : This visitation
How is it with you, lady?
· A low mimic of kings. The vice is the fool of a farce, from whom the modern Punch is descended. · Imagination.
And with th' incorporal air do hold discourse?
Queen. To whom do you speak this ?
Do you see nothing there?
No, nothing, but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals away! My father, in his habit as he livd! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal !
· As though life were in that excrementitious matter.
3 Alienation of mind.
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it,
[Pointing to POLONIUS.
Alack, I had forgot; ’tis so concluded on.
(fellows,Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolWhom I will trust, as I will adders fang’d, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery: Let it work;
bend and truckle. Fh. courber.