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: Yea, curb† 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, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: 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 my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. CONTEMPT OF CASSIUS FOR CESAR. I was born free as Cæsar; so were you: And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder *Complexion. The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Cæsar: and this man Is now become a god: and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him I did mark How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake: And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas, (it cried,) As a sick girl. Give me some drink, Titinius, Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper* should So get the start of the majestic world, ANTONY'S FUNERAL ORATION. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. * Temperament. |