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To keep those many many bodies safe,
Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound,
voyage; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed. · Ros., Guil.
We will haste us. [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
Enter POLONIUS. Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet : Behind the arras I'll convey myself, To hear the process ; I'll warrant she'll tax him
home. And, as you said, and wisely was it said, 'Tis meet, that some more audience than a
mother, Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear The speech of vantage. Fare you well, my liege: I'll call upon you ere you go to bed, And tell you what I know. King.
Thanks, dear my lord,
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
murderThat cannot be ; since I am still possessid Of those effects for which I did the murder,My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence ? In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice ; And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature; and we ourselves com
pell’d, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence. What then? what rests ? Try what repentance can : what can it not ? Yet what can it, when one can not repent ? () wretched state ! () bosom, black as death ! O limèd soul, that, struggling to be free,
Art more engaged ! Help, angels ! make
assay ! Bow, stubborn knees ! and, heart with strings
of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! All may be well !
[Retires, and kneels. Enter Hamlet Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is
praying; And now 'll do't ;-and so he goes to heaven: And so am I revenged ? That would be scann'd: A villain kills my father; and, for that, I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven. O, this is hire and salary, not revenge. He took my father grossly, full of bread; With all his crimes broad blown, as fresh as
And, how his audit stands, who knows, save
heaven? But, in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with him : and am I then revenged,
To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season'd for his passage ? No. Up, sword ; and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage ; Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed ; At gaming, swearing; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't : Then trip him, that his heels may kick at
heaven ; And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays : This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. (Exit
The King rises and advances. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain
below; Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go.
SCENE IV.-Another Room in the same.
Enter Queen and POLONIUS. Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay
home to him : Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to
bear with ; And that your grace hath screen'd and stood
between Much heat and him. I'll 'sconce me even here. Pray you, be round with him. Ham. [within.] Mother ! mother! mother! Queen.
I'll warrant you : Fear me not:-withdraw, I hear him coming,
(Polonius hides behind the arras
Enter HAMLET. Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much
offended. Ham. Mother, you have my father much
offended. Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle
tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked
tongue. Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? Ham.
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; And, -would it 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
murder me? Help, help, ho!
Pol. [behind.] What, ho! help! help! help! Ham.
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 POLONIUS. Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is
this ! Ham. A bloody deed ;-almost as bad, good
Queen. As kill a king!
Ay, lady, 'twas my word.— [To Pol.] Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool,
farewell ! I took thee for thy better ; take thy fortune : Thou find'st, to be too busy is some danger.Leave wringing of your hands : peace, sit you