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tion of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous: and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.
[Exeunt Players. Enter POLONIUS, ROS ENCRANTZ, and Guilder
How now, my lord ? will the king hear this piece of work?
Pol. And the queen too, and that presently.
[Exit Polonius. Will you two help to hasten them? . Both. Ay, my lord.
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. What, ho; Horatio!
Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
Hor. O, my dear lord, —
Nay, do not think I flatter:
may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? VOL. XIV.
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice,
core, ay, in my heart of heart,
Well, my lord :
Ham. They are coming to the play; I must be idle: Get you a place.
Danish march. A flourish. Enter King, Queen, Po
LONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDEN-
Ham. Excellent, i'faith; of the camelion's dish: I eat the air, proinise-cramm'd: You cannot feed capons so.
King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.
Ham. No, nor mine now. My lord, - you play'd once in the university, you say? [To Polonius.
Pol. That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.
Ham. And what did you enact?
Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar: I was kill'd i'the Capitol; Brutus killd me.
Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so capital a calf there.-Be the players ready?
Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. Queen. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. Ham. No, good mother, here's metal more attrac
tive. Pol. O ho! do you mark that? [To the King. Ham. Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
[Lying down at Ophelia's feet. Oph. No, my lord. Ham. I mean, my head upon your lap? Oph. Ay, my lord. Ham. Do you think, I meant country matters ?
Oph. I think nothing, my lord.
Ham. That's a fair thought to lie between maids legs. Oph. What is, my lord ?
? Ham. Nothing. Oph. You are merry, my
lord. Ham. Who, I? Oph. Ay, my lord.
Ham. O! your only jig-maker 66. What should a man do, but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully
, my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. .
Ham. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables 67. O heavens ! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: But, by'r-lady, he must build churches then: or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobbyhorse 68 : whose epitaph is, For, 0, for, 0, the hobbyhorse is forgot.
Trumpets sound. The dumb show follows. Enter a king and a queen, very lovingly ; the queen em
bracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon
her neck : lays him down upon a bank of flowers; she, seeing him asleep, leuves him. Anon, comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the king's ears, and exit. The queen returns; finds the king dead, and makes passionate action. The poisoner, with some two or three mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The poisoner wooes the queen with gifts; she scems loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end, accepts his love.
(Exeunt. Oph. What means this, my lord ?
Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho 69; it means mischief.
Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument of
Enter Prologue. Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all.
Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant?
Ham. Ay, or any show that you'll show him: 70 Be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.
Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll mark the play. Pro. For us, and
for vur tragedy,
We beg your hearing patiently.