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And do such business as the better day
O, heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
Soft; now to my mo
A Room in the Palace.
Enter the KING, ROSEN CRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.
King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you: I your commission will forthwith despatch, And he to England shall along with you: Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; For we will fetters put upon this fear,, Which now goes too freefooted. Ros. We will haste us.
[Exeunt GUILDENSTERN and Rosencrantz. Enter POLONIUS.
Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet; Behind the arras I'll convey myself,
To hear the process: I'll warrant she'll tax him
And, as you said, and wisely was it said,
"Tis meet, that some more audience than a mother,
King. Thanks, dear my lord.
[Exeunt KING and POLONIUS.
The QUEEN's Closet.
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 has screen'd and stood be
Much heat and him.-I'll sconce me even here.'Pray you, be round with him.
Queen. I'll warrant you ;
Fear me not:-Withdraw, I hear him coming. [POLONIUS Conceals himself behind the Arras.
Ham. Now, mother, what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle
Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Queen. Have you forgot me?
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife:
Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;
You go not, till I set you up a glass
Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help!
Dead, for a ducat, dead.
[HAMLET draws, and makes a pass through the
Pol. [Behind.] 0, 0, 0 !—
[POLONIUS falls, and dies. Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Nay, I know not :
Is it the king?
Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
[Lifts up the Arras, and sees POLONIUS. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better.— Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit 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.
In noise so rude against me?
Ham. Such an act,
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
As from the body of contraction plucks
Ah me, what act!
Queen. 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 curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station 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,
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
you eyes? You cannot call it, love: for, at your age,
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment. And what judg
Would step from this to this?
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire!-proclaim no shame,
And reason panders will.
Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more:
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
Ham. Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed ;—
A king of shreds and patches;
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!What would your gracious figure?
Queen. Alas, he's mad!
Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by The important acting of your dread command? O, say!
Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation
Ham. How is it with you, lady?