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Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, 640
Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.-Pr'ythee, say on :--He's for a jigg, or a tale of baw. dry, or he sleeps :--say on, come to Hecuba.
1 Play. But who, a woe! had seen the mobled qucen,
Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-Good my lord, will you see the playors well bestow'd? Do you-hear, let them be well used; Fiij
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 to. morrow.Dost thou hear me, old friend ; can you play the murder of Gonzago ?
682 1 Play. Ay, my lord,
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't? could
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. [Excunt Ros, and GUIL, : Ham, Ay, so, 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, from her working, all his visage warm'd;
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
739 For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father, Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, May be a devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, Out of my weakness, and my melancholy (As he is very potent with such spirits), Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this; The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
ACT III. SCENE I.
The Palace. Enter King, Queen, POLONIUS, OPHELIA,
ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.
Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak.
Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded;
Queen. Did he receive you well ?
Ros. Niggard of question; but of our demands, Most freely in his reply.
Queer. 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; And, as I think, they have already order This night to play before him.