Ghost. Do not forget: this visitation Ham. How is it with you, lady? Queen. Alas! how is't with you? That you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with the incorporeal air do hold discourse? * Imagination. Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,* Ham. On him! On him! Look you, how pale he His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. Ham. Do you see nothing there? Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see. Queen. No, nothing, but ourselves. Ham. Why look you there! look, how it steals away! My father, in his habit as he lived! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! [Exit Ghost. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain: My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, *The hair of animals is excrementitious; that is, without life or sensation. † Intelligent. + Actions. Frenzy. Infects unseen. Confess yourself to Heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; And do not spread the compost* on the weeds, To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue: For in the fatness of these pursy times, Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg; Yea, curbt and woo, for leave to do him good. Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Ham. Then throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half. Good night, but go not to my uncle's bed; That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, To the next abstinence: the next more easy : [Pointing to Polonius. I do repent: but Heaven hath pleased it so Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. SORROWS RARELY SINGLE. O Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, THE DIVINITY OF KINGS. Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person; That treason can but peep to what it would, DESCRIPTION OF OPHELIA'S DEATH. Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element; but long it could not be, OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, *Licentious. + Insensible. May violets spring!-I tell thee, churlish priest, This same Grave-digger. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? Grave-digger. E'en that. [Takes the skull. Ham. Alas poor Yorick !-I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in |