To outface me with leaping in her grave? Queen. This is mere madness; And thus a while the fit will work on him: When that her golden couplets are disclosed, (81) What is the reason that you use me thus? I loved you ever; but it is no matter— The cat will mew, the dog will have his day. [Ex. ness of a crocodile, which may be seen before Hamlet's mouth, and is drawn in Fig. 75. کرکے (81) If the south side of the moon be placed on the right hand, Hamlet's prototype there exhibits the resemblance of a dove, with her tail towards his head, and with King. I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him. [Exit. Hor. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech. [To Laertes. We'll put the matter to the present push. Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son: 'Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt. two young dove-chickens, barely fledged, at her side; as represented in Fig. 76. ি This likeness to a bird may serve to explain the frequent allusions that are made to doves, gulls, or pigeons, and sometimes to sweet-robins, crows, and sparrows. SCENE changes to a Hall in a Palace. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO. Ham. So much for this; you now shall see the You do remember all the circumstance? [other. Hor. Remember it, my Lord? [ing, Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fightThat would not let me sleep; methought I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes; rashness (And praised be rashness for it) lets us know, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do fail; and that should teach us, There's a Divinity that shapes our ends, Hor. That is most certain. Ham. Up from my cabin, My sea-gown scarf'd about me in the dark (With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life) That on the supervize, no leisure bated, No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, Hor. Is it possible? Ham. Here's the commission, read it at more leisure; But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed! Hor. I beseech you. Ham. Being thus benetted round with villainy, (Ere I could make a prologue, to my bane They had begun the play :) I sate me down, Devised a new commission, wrote it fair : (I once did hold it, as our Statists do, A baseness to write fair, and laboured much Hor. Ay, good my Lord. Ham. An earnest conjuration from the King, As England was his faithful tributary, As love between them, like the palm, might flourish, That on the view and knowing these contents, Hor. How was this sealed? Ham. Why, even in that was Heaven ordinant ; I had my father's signet in my purse, Which was the model of that Danish seal: Subscribed it, gave the impression, placed it safely, Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this employment. They are not near my conscience; their defeat Of mighty opposites. Hor. Why, what a King is this! Ham. Does it not, thinkest thou, stand me now upon? [mother, He that hath killed my King, and whored my Popp'd in between th' election and my hopes, Thrown out his angle for my proper life, And with such cozenage; is it not perfect con science [damned, To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be To let this canker of our nature come In further evil? [England, Hor. It must be shortly known to him from What is the issue of the business there. Ham. It will be short. |