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Yet what can it! when one can but repent ? Oh wretched state! oh bofom, black as death! Oh limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engaged! help, angels! make affay ! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart, with strings of
steel, Be soft as finews of the new-born babe ! All may be well. (The King retires and kneels.
S CE N E IX.
Enter Hamlet. Ham. OW might I do it pat, now he is pray
ing, And now I'll do't-and so he goes to heav'n.And so am I reveng'd ? that would be scann'd; A villain kills my father, and for that #I, his fall'n son, do this same villain send To heav'nO, this is hire and l'alary, not re
venge. He took my father grofly, full of bread, With all his crimes broad blown, and flush as May; And how his audit Atands, who knows, fave heav'n? But in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with him. Am I then reveng'd, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season'd for his passage ? Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid bent; When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage, Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed; At gaming, swearing, or about some act * Yet what can it, when one cannot repent!] Shakespear wrote,
Yet what can it, when one can but repent? 1. 6. what can Repentance do without Refitution? a natural and reasonable thought; and which the Transcribers might have seen was the Result of his preceding Reflexions.
IVarb. + 1, his sole fon, do this same villain send ] The Folio reads foule fon. This will lead us to the true Reading. Which is, fallon fon, b.i. disinherited.
That has no relisa of salvation in't ;
The King rises, and comes forward.
below; Words, without thoughts, never to heav'n go. (Exit.
SC E N E X,
Changes to the Queen's Apartment.
Enter Queen and Polonius.
to him ; Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear
with; And that your Grace hath screen'd, and stood be
tween Much heat and him. I'll 'sconce me e'en 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 himself behind the Arras.
Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now, mother, what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much of
fended. 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?
Ham. No, by the rood, not so ;
(Behind the Arras. Ham. How now, a rat? dead for a ducat, dead.
(Hamlet kills Polonius.
Ham. A bloody deed; almost as bad, good mother,
Queen. As kill a King?
Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Queen. Ay me! what act ?
eye, like Mars, to threaten or command;
every God did seem to set his seal,
what follows; Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Blafting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes ? Could
you on this fair mountain leave to feed, * Queen Ay me! what act,
That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index ?
Queen. Ah me, what act ?
That roars so loud, and thunders in the Index.
Ah me! what axi ?
And batten on this moor? ha! have you eyes ?
Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more. Thou turn'd mine eyes into my very
my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct.
Ham. Nay, but to live
Queen. Oh, speak no more;
-Sense, Jure, you have, Else could you not have motion :- -] We should read, Elfe could you not have notion, i. 6. intelle&, reason.