Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, Pol. This is too long. 640 Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.→→ Pr'ythee, say on :-He's for a jigg, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps:-say on, come to Hecuba. 1 Play. But who, a woe! had seen the mobled queen,— Ham. The mobled queen? Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good. 1 Play. Run bare-foot up and down, threat'ning the flames With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head, 650 A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up; 660* Pol. Look, whe'r he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's eyes.-Pr'ythee, no more. Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-Good my lord, will you see the players well bestow'd? Do you hear, let them be well used ; Fiij for for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles of the time: After your death, you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. 671 Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their desert. Ham. Odd's bodikins, man, much better: Use every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity: The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. Pol. Come, sirs. [Exit POLONIUS. Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play tomorrow. Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the murder of Gonzago ? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. 682 Ham. We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down, and insert in'tè could you not? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. My good friends, [to Ros. and GUILD.] I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsineur. 692 Ros. Good, my lord. [Exeunt Ros, and GUIL. · Ham, Ay, 50, God be wi' you:—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, That, from her working, all his visage warm'd; A broken voice, and his whole function suiting What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, 709 That he should weep for her? What would he do, Yet I, 710 A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, 721 But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall That That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Prompted to my revenge by heaven, and hell, A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About, my brains! Hum! I have heard, 730 739 For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, (As he is very potent with such spirits), [Exit. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. The Palace. Enter King, Queen, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN. King. AND can you by no drift of conference Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; When we would bring him on to some confession Queen. Did he receive you well? Ros. Most like a gentleman. Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. Ros. Niggard of question; but of our demands, Most freely in his reply. Queen. Did you assay him To any pastime ? Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him : And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it: They are here about the court; 10 20 Pol. |