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Queen. Did he receive you well!
Řos. Most like a gentleman.
Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition.

Ros. Niggard of question; but, of our demands, Most free 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 about the court;
And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.
Pol.

'Tis most true :
And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties
To hear and see the matter.
King. With all my heart ; and it doth much

content me
To hear him so inclined.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
Ros. We shall, my lord.

(Exeunt Rosen, and GUILD. King.

Sweet Gertrude, leave us too:
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither;
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia.
Her father, and myself (lawful espials),
Will so bestow ourselves, that, seeing, unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge ;
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If 't be the affliction of his love or no,
That thus he suffers for.
Queen.

I shall obey you:
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish,
That your good beauties be the happy cause

Of Hamlet's wildness; so shall I hope your

virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
Ophe Madam, I wish it may.

[Exit QUEEN. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here. —Gracious, so

please you, We will bestow ourselves. -[TO OPHELIA.]

Read on this book; That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,'Tis too much proved, that, with devotion's

visage, And pious action, we do sugar o'er The devil himself.

King. [aside.] 0, 'tis true! How smart a Iash that speech doth give my

conscience! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, Than is my deed to my most painted word : O heavy burden! Pol. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord.

[Exeunt King and POLONIUS.

Enter HAMLET. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ?-To die, to

sleep, No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish’d. To die,—to sleep;
To sleep! perchance to dream ;-ay, there's the

rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect,
That makes calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's con-

tumely, The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life; But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. -Soft you, now! The fair Ophelia !-Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. Oph.

Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day?

Ham. I humbly thank you ; well, well, well.

Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them.

Ham. No, no. I never gave you aught.

Oph. My honour'd lord, I know right well

you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath com

posed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these, again; for to the noble mind,
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.

Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest ?
Oph. My lord ?
Ham. Are you fair ?
Oph. What means your lordship?

Ham. That if you be honest, and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty ?

Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd, than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Ham. You should not have believed me: for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it: I loved you not.

Oph. I was the more deceived.

Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest ; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not borne me; I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and carth? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?

Oph. At home, my lord.

Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in 's own house. Farewell.

Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens !

Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry : be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go; farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool ; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell.

Oph. O heavenly powers, restore him !

Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another; you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance: go to, I'll no more on 't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages : those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.

(Exit. Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue,

sword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observed of all observers ! quite, quite,

down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, o

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