Ham.-It shall to the barber's, with your beard.-Pr❜ythee say on-He's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps:-say on: come to Hecuba. 1 Play. But who, ah woe! had seen the mobled* queenHam. The mobled queen? Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good. 1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the fames With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head, Where late the diadem stood; and, for a robe, About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins, A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up ; 'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounced : Would have made milch the burning eye of heaven, Pol. Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and his tears in 's eyes.-Pr'ythee, no more. Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon. -Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles, of the time: After your death you had better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. 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 your own honour and dignity: The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. Pol. Come, Sirs. [Exit POLONIUS, with some of the PLAYERS. Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow. Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the murder of Gonzago ? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. We'll have it 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 you not? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. Very well.-Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. [Exit PLAYER.] My good friends, [To Ros. and GUIL I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord! [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. 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, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; * Muffled. Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspéct, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, Yet I A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, A damn'd defeat+ was made. Am I a coward ? Why, I should take it: for it cannot be, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About, my brains! Humph! I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players * A dreamy, stupid fellow. Unnatural. Shrink or start. + Destruction. § Search him. Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I-A Room in the Castle. Enter KING, QUEEN, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and King. And can you, by no drift of conference Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded; When we would bring him on to some confession Queen. Did he receive you well ? Ros. 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 ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN, 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 §), * Closely connected. + Overtook. + Meet. { Spies. Freely. 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 To both your honours. Oph. Madam, I wish it may. [Exit QUEEN. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here:-Gracious, so please you, We will bestow* ourselves:-Read on this book: [To OPHELIA. That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness.-We are oft to blame in this, "Tis too much proved, t-that, with devotion's visage, And pious action, we do sugar o'er The devil himself. King. O, 'tis too true; How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, O heavy burden! Pol. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord. [Aside. [Exeunt KING and POLONIUS, Enter HAMLET. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question :- And, by opposing, end them?-To die,-to sleep,- To sleep! perchance to dream;-ay, there's the rub: That makes calamity of so long life: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thougth; Oph. Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day? Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, I pray you, now receive them. Ham. No, not I; I never gave you aught. Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed 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, you should admit of 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 earth and heaven! 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 nowhere but in's own house. Farewell. * Call. |