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I'll warrant you; Fear me not :-withdraw, I hear him coming.
[POLONIUS hides himself. S.
Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter?
fended. Ham. Mother, you have my father much of
fended. QUEEN. Come, come, you answer with an idle
tongue. HAM. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. QUEEN. Why, how now, Hamlet ? HAм.
What's the matter now? Queen. Have you forgot me? HAM.
No, by the rood,“ not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; But would you were not so. You are my mother." QUEEN. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can
speak.. Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall
not budge; You go not, till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. QUEEN. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not mur.
der me? Help, help, ho!
Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help!
* by the rood] From the A. S. rode. crux. a cross. Skinn. See IÍ. H. IV. Shal. III. 2. • The quartos and modern editors read
“ And, -'would it were not so !-you are my mother."
How now! a rat?
[Draws. Dead, for a ducat, dead.
[Hamlet makes a pass through the Arras. Pol. [Behind.] O, I am slain. '
[Falls, and dies. QUEEN. O me, what hast thou done? HAM.
Nay, I know not: Is it the king?
[Lifts up the Arras, and draws forth Polo:
Queen. As kill a king!
y, lady, 'twas my word. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose
• Proof and bulwark against sense] Against all feeling,
From the fair forehead of an innocent love, * sets, 4105. And makes * a blister there ; (83) makes marriage
. Ah me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? (84) Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on
this ; (85)
follows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, So...tos, Blasting his wholesome brother*. Have you breath, 1693, 32.
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul] Annihilates the very principle of contracts.
Heaven's face— Yea this solidity-
18 thought-sick at the act.] The face of heaven looks
“ O'er this solidity, &c.
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
ment Would step from this to this? [Sense, sure, you
have, Else, could you not have motion:() But, sure,
that sense Is apoplexed : for madness would not err; Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrallid, But it reserv'd some quantity of choice,91) To serve in such a difference.) What devil was't That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? (92) [Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope.] O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine (93) in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, When the compulsive ardour gives the charge ; 6 Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.(94)
QUEEN. . O Hamlet, speak no more :: Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct.
*s0 mope] Be so blind and stupid. See Temp. last sc. Boatsw.
gives the charge] Gives the signal for attack. SEYMOUR. • As will not leave their tinct] So died in grain, that they will not relinquish or lose their tinct-are not to be discharged. In a sense not very dissimilar he presently says,
" Then what I have to do Will want true colour."
Nay, but to live
O, speak to me no more;
A murderer, and a villain :
· A king
Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation
How is it with you, lady? QUEEN. Alas, how is't with you; do bend, That you bend * your eye on vacancy, 4tos.
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
An thus you a