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Ham. A murderer, and a villain !--
A llave, that is not twentieth part the tythe
Of your precedent lord. A Vice of Kings;
A cutpurse of the Empire and the Rule,
That from a shelf the precious Diadem stole
And put it in his pocket.
Queen. No more.
Ham. A King of shreds and patches-
Save me! and hover o'er me with your wings,
Starting up. You heav'nly guards!What would your gra
cious figure ?
Queen. Alas, be's mad
Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That laps'd in time and passion, lets go by
Th' important a&ing of your dread command ?
Ghost. Do not forget: this vifitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look! amazement on thy mother fits;
O step between her and her fighting soul:
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
Speak to her, Hamlet.
Ham. How is it with you, lady ?
Queen. Alas, how is't with you ?
That thus you bend your eye on vacancy,
And with th' incorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,
And, as the fleeping soldiers in th' alarm,
Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements,
Start up, and stand on end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look ?
Ham. On him! on him!-- look you, how pale he
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable. Do not look on me,
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My ftern effects; then what I have to do,
Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood.
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Ham. Do you see nothing there?
[Pointing to the Ghost.
Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see.
Ham. Nor did you nothing hear ?
Queen. No, nothing but ourselves.
Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals
My father in his habit as he lived !
Look where he goes ev'n now, out at the portal.
[Exit Ghost. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain This bodiless creation Ecstasy Is very cunning in.
Ham. What Ecstasy? My pulse, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time, And makes as healthful music. 'Tis not madness That I have utter'd; bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering undion to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks : It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Whilft rank corruption, mining all within, Infe&s unseen. Confess yourself to heav'n ; 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, curb, and wooe, for leave to do it good.
Queen. Oh Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Ham. Oh, throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half.
Good-night; but go not to mine uncle's bed:
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habits evil, is angel yet in this ;
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
That aptly is put on : Refrain to night;
And That shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence ; the next, more easy;
For use can almost change the stamp of Nature,
And master ev'n the Devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night!
And when you are desirous to be bleft;
l'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
Pointing to Polonius.
I do repent: but heav'n hath pleas'd it so,
To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him; so, again, good-night!
I must be cruel, only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Queen. What shall I do?
Ham. Not this by 'no means, that I bid you do.
* Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed;
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or padling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know.
For who that's but a Queen, fair, fober, wise,
Would form a paddock, from a bat, a gibbe,
Such dear concernings hide ? who would do so?
No, in despite of senic and fecrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
* Let the fond King---] The old Quarto reads,
Let the bloat King ;. . bloated.
Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep;
And break your own neck down.
Queen. Be thou assurd, if words be made breaih, And breath of Life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me.
Han. I must to England, you know that ?
Queen. Alack, I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on.
Ham. There's letters feald, and my two school.
(Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd ;)
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
And marshal me to knavery: let it work.
For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petar: and 't shall
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them at the moon. O, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts dire&tly meet!
This man fhall set me packing :-
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room;
Mother, good night.-- Indeed, this Counsellor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
Come, Sir, to draw toward an end with you.
[Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius.
A CT IV. SCENE I.
A Royal A P ARI MENT.
Enter King and Queen, with Rofincrantz, and
HER E's matter in these fighs; these profound
You must translate; 'tis fit, we underftand them.
Where is your.fon?
Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while.
(To Rosincrantz and Guildenstern, who go out. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to night?
King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet ?
Queen. Mad as the seas, and wind, when both
Which is the mightier; in his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something ftir,
He whips his rapier out, and cries, a rat!
And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man,
King. O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there :
His liberty is full of threats to all,
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt,
This mad young man.
But so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit;
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Ev'n on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd
O’er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shews itself pure. He weeps for what is done.
King. O Gertrude, come away:
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed
We must, with all our Majesty and Skill,
Both countenance and excuse. Ho! Guildenstern!
Enter Rofincrantz and Guildenstern.
Friends both, go join you with some further aid :
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother's closet hath he drag'd him.
Go seek him out, fpeak fair, and bring the body