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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 ?

(tongue Ham.

the cross.

Such an act,
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows
As false as dicers' oaths: 0, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul; and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow;
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.

Ah me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?

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.

No more.

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
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look! amazement on thy mother sits :
O, step between her and her fighting soul;
Conceit? in weakest bodies strongest works ;
Speak to her, Hamlet.

How is it with you, lady?
Queen. Alas, how is't with you?
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,

· 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?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in th’alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,'
Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look !
*Ham. On him! on him Look you, how pale he

glares !
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable.—Do not look upon me;
Lest, with this piteous action, you convert
My stern effects :' then what I have to do
Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood.

Queen. To whom do you speak this ?

Do you see nothing there?
Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see.
Ham. Nor did you nothing hear?

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 !

[Exit Ghost.
Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain :
This bodiless creation ecstasy 3
Is very cunning in.

Ham. Ecstasy!
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music: It is not madness,
That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks :
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place;

· As though life were in that excrementitious matter.
2 Actions.

3 Alienation of mind.

Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to Heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue:
For in the fatness of these pursy times,
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg;
Yea, curb' and woo, for leave to do him good.

Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to my uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this;
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
That aptly is put on. Once more, good night!
And when you are desirous to be bless’d,
I'll blessing beg of you.—For this same lord,

[Pointing to POLONIUS.
I do repent: But Heaven hath pleas'd it so,-
To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So, again, good night!
I must be cruel, only to be kind :
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
But one word more, good lady:
I must to England; you know that?

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.

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