You cannot call it loue, for at your age Nor fenc to extacie was neere so thral'd But it referu'd fome quantity of choyce To ferue in fuch a difference. What diuell waft That thus hath cofond you at hodman-blind? Could not fo mope. O fhame! where is thy blush? If thou canft mutine in a matrons bones, To flaming youth, let vertue be as wax And melt in her owne fire, proclaime no fhame Ger. O Hamlet fpeake no more, Thou turn'ft my very eyes into my foule, And there I fee fuch black and greeued fpots Ham. Nay but to liue * In the rancke fweat of an incestuous bed Stewed in corruption, honying and making loue Ger. O fpeake to mee no more, These words like daggers enter in my eares, No more fweet Hamlet. Ham. A murtherer and a villaine, A flaue that is not twentith part the kyth Enter Ghost. Ham. A king of fhreds and patches, You heauenly gards: what would your gratious figure? Ham. Doe youe not come your tardy fonne to chide, Th' important acting of your dread command. O fay! Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose, Ham. How is it with you lady? Ger. Alaffe how i'ft with you? That you doe bend your eye on vacancy. And as the fleeping fouldiers in th' alarme, Your beaded haire like life in excrements Sprinckle coole patience, whereon doe you looke? Ham. On him, on him, looke you how pale he glares, His forme and cause conioyned, preaching to stones *Gert. No more, ift edit. † fighting. bedded. Would Would make them capable, doe not looke vpon me, My ftearne effects, then what I haue to doe Will want true collour, teares perchance for blood." Ger. Nothing at all, yet all that is there* I fee. Ger. No nothing but our felues. Ham. Why looke you there, looke how it steales away, My father in his habit as he liue'd, Looke where he goes, euen now out at the portall. Exit Ghost. Ger. This is the very coynage of your braine, Vertue it felfe of vice must pardon beg, Yea curbe and wooe for leaue to doe him good. Ger. O Hamlet, thou haft cleft my hart in twaine. ❤there omitted. Ham. Ham. O throw away the worfer part of it, And leaue the purer with the other halfe, Good night, but goe not to my vncles bed, Affume a vertue if you haue it not, That monfter cuftomé, who all fence doth cate Of habits deuill, is angell yet in this To the next abftinence, the next more cafie: This bad beginnes, and worse remaines behind. Ger. What fhall I doe? Ham. Not this by no meanes that I bid you doe, Or padling in your necke with his damn'd fingers. But mad in craft, t'were good you let him know. For who that's but a queene, faire, sober, wife, Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape, To try conclufions in the basket creepe, And breake your owne necke downe. Ger. Be thou affur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I haue no life to breath What thou haft fayd to me. Ham. I must to England, you know that, Ger. Alacke I had forgot. Tis fo concluded on. Ham. Ther's letters feald, and my two schoolefellowes, Whom I will truft as I will adders fang'd, They beare the mandat, they must sweepe my way And marshall me to knauery: let it worke, For tis the fport to haue the enginer Hoist with his owne petar, an't shall goe hard Ile lugge the guts into the neighbour roome; Exit. Enter King, and Queene, with Rosencraus and Gyklensterne. King. There's matter in these fighes, these profound heaues; You must tranflate, tis fit we vnderstand them, Where is your fonne? R 4 Gert. |